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SCOTISH SONGS. 



IN TWO VOLUMES. 



VOLUME the SECOND. 




ticvnt in tbnero cramini unguium 
chstodes ovium carmina, fistula 
pelectantque dibm, cui pecus et nigri 
colles arcadia: hacint. 

Horace, 

LONDON: 
TRlNTED FOR J JOHNSON, IN ST. PAULS CHURCH- 
YARD; AND J EGERTON, WHITEHALL. 
MDCCXCIV. 




SCOTISH SONGS. 

CLASS the THIRD. 
SONG I. 

FLOWDEN-HILL: OR, FLOWERS of theFORRST*. 



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I've heard of a lilt - ing at our ewes 




milk-ing, Lafl'-es a' Hlt-ing be-fore the 

* The battle of Flodden, or, as the Englifh ufually call 
it, Flodden-fitlJ, o£ which the mournful ette£t$ are fo pa- 

Voi. ; II. B 



( * ) 



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break of day; But now there's a moaning on 



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ilk - a green loan-ing, That our bravv 




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fo-refters are a' wede a-way : But now there's a 



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moan-ing on ilk-a green loaning, That our 




braw fo-refters are a' wede a-way. At 



thitically dcfcribcd in thcfe beautiful ftanzas, was fought the 
9th day of September, 15 13, between James IV. king of Scots 
and Thomas Howard earl of Surrey : that gallant monarch, 
with moft of hts nobility, and the greater part of his army, 
copipofed of the flower of the Scotifh youth, being left dead 
on .he field, 

Flodden Is a hill or eminence in Northhumberhnd, upon 
which the Scots encamped previous to the battle : for an ac- 
count of which, fee Buchanan, Lindfay, Drummond, and the 
common Englilh and Scotilh hiitories. 



( 3 ) 



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bughts in the morn-ing nae blyth lads are 

5^i._ra5_n:n:zg^, — e_: — i.;zzv-4-Kw- _, — 
fcorning, The lafT-es are lone-ly, dovv-ie, 



and wae ; Nae dafF-in, nae gabbin, but fighing 



and Tabbing, Ilk ane lifts her leg-lin, and 



Up! 



hies her a - way. 

At e'en at the gloming nae fwankies are roaming, 
'Mong flacks with the lafles at bogle to play ; 

But ilk ane fits dreary, lamenting her deary, 
The flowers of the foreft that are wede away. 

At har'ft at the (hearing nae younkers are jearing, 
The banlters are runkled, lyart, and grey : 
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( 4 > 

At a fair or a preaching nae wooing, nae fleechiiig-. 
Since our braw foreiters are a' wede away. 

O dool for the order fent our lads to the border ! 

The Englifh for ance by guile gat the day ; 
The flower of the-foreft, that ay (hone the foremoft, 

The prime of our land lyes cauld in the clay. 

We'll hear nae mair lilting at our ewes milking, 
The women and bairns are dowie and wae, 

Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning, 
Since our braw foreiters are a' wede away. 

SONG IL 

SIR PATRICK SPENCE*. 



The king fits in Dumferling toune, Drinking 



the blude-reid wine : O quhar will I get guid. 



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failor, To fail this fchip of mine ? 

* No memorial of the fubject of this ballad occurs in hif- 
tory ; but it,apparently_bdongs to the prefent clals, and pi o- 
bably to tihs period. 



( s ) 

Up an fpak an eldern knicht, 
Sat at the kings richt kne : 

Sir Patrick Spence is the befl failor 
That fails upon the fe. 

The king has written a braid letter, 

And fignd it wi' his hand ; 
And fent it to fir Patrick Spence, 

Was walking on the fand. 

The firft line that fir Patrick red, 

A loud lauch lauched he ; 
The next line that fir Patrick red, 

The teir blinded his ee. 

O quha is this has don this deid, 

This ill deid don to me ; 
To fend me out this time o' the zeir, 

To fail upon the fe ? 

Mak haft, mak hafte, my mirry men all, 
Our guid fchip fails the morne. 

O fay na fae, my mafter deir, 
For I feir a deadlie ftorme. 

Late late yeftreen I faw the new moone 
Wi' the auld moone in hir arme j 

And I feir, I feir, my deir matter* 
That we will com to harme. 

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( 6 ) 

O our Scots nobles wer rlcht lakh 
To weet their cork-heild fchoorve ;. 

Eot lang owre a' the play wer playd, 
Thair hats they fwam aboone. 

O lang, lang, may thair ladies fit 
Wi' thair fans into thair hand, 

Or eir they fe fir Patrick Spence 
Cum faifing to the land. 

O lang, lang, may the ladies fland, 
Wi' thair gold kems in thair hair, 

Waiting for thair ain deir lords, 
For they'll fe thame na mair. 

Have owre, have owre to Aberdour*, 

It's fiftie fadom deip : 
And thair lies guid fir Patrick Spence, 

Wi' the Scots lords at his feit. 



* " A. village lying upon the river Forth, the entrance 
Whicb '« fometiraes denominated Dt tntriuo marl " I'xkc v. 



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SONG III. 

JOHN IE ARMSTRANG*. 




Sum fpeiks of lords, fum fpeiks of lairds, 



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And fic-lyke men of hie de-grie; 



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* " The king [/. e. James V. ]...gart fet a parliament at 
Edinburgh, the twenty-eighth day of March, one thoufand five 
hundred and twenty eight years, and ....fyne after, made acon- 
vention at Edinburgh, with all his whole lords and barons, to 
confult how he might ftanch all theft and reving within Ins 
realm, and caufe the commons to live in peace, which long 
time had been per urbed before, for fault of good guiding of an 
old king. To this effect, the king made proclamations to all 
lords, barons, gentlemen, landward-men, and freeholders, that 
they fhould compear at Edinburgh, with a month's victual, to 
pafs with the king where he pleafcd, to danton the thieves of 
Teviotdale, Anan aie, Li.ddifd3le, and other parts of that 
country : and alfo warned all gentlemen that had good dogs, to 
bring them, that he might hunt in the faid country, as he 
pleafcd. 

" The fecond day of June the king paft out of Edinburgh 

to the hunting After this hunting he hanged John 

Armstrong laird of Kilknocky, and his complices, to the 
mimber of th.rty fix perfons : for the which many Scottifh-men 
heavily lamented ; for he was the moft redoubted chiltain that 
had been, for a long time, on the borders, either of Scotland 01- 



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Sum-tyme calld laird of Gil - noc - kie. 



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The king he wrytes a luv-ing letter, With 



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his ain hand fae ten - der - ly, And he 

England. He rode ever with twenty-four able gentlemen, well 
horfed ; yet he never molefted any Scottifh-man. But it is- 
faid, that, from the borders to Newcaftle, every man, of what- 
fomever eftate, paid him tribute to be free of his trouble. He 
came before the king, with his forefaid number nchly ap- 
parelled, trufting that, in refpect of his free offer of his pcrfon, 
he mould obtain the king's favour. But the king, feeing him 
and his men fo gorgeous in their apparel, with fo many brave 
men under a tyrant's commandment, frowardly turning him 
about, he bade take the tyrant out of his fight, faying, What 
•wants that knave that a kingjhou.'d have ? But John Armftrong 
made great offers to the king, That he fhould fuftain himfelf 
with forty gentlemen, ever ready at his fervice, on their own 
coft, without wronging any Scottifh-man. Secondly. That 
th<:re was not a fubjecT; in England, duke, earl, or baron, bnt> 
within a certain day, he fhould bring him to his majefty, either 
quick or dead. At length, he feeing no hope of favour, faid, 
very proudly, Jt is folly to feck grace at a gracclejs face : But 
(faid he) had I knoion ibis, IJhould have lived on the borders, in 
defpite of king Hary and you Loth j for I knew king Hary -would 
down-iveigh my bejl horfe tu'.th gold, to known that J were con- 
demned tt die this day:'' Lindfay of Pitfcotties Hijiory of Scot- 
land, p. 145. This execution is alfo noticed by Buchanan. 

Armft rongs death appears to have been much talked of. In 
a fort »f molality by fir David Lindfay, intitled " Anc Satyre 



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To cum and fpeik with him fpeid - i - ly. 




The Eliots and Armftrangs did convene ; 

They were a gallant company : 
Weill ryde and meit our lawful king. 

And bring him fafe to Gilnockie. 
Make kinnen and capon ready then, 

And venifon in great plenty, 
Weill welcome hame our royal king, 

1 hope heilldyne at Gilnockk. 

°f the thrie eftaits, &c." Edin. 1602, 4to. a pardoner, enume« 
rating the different relics in his poffcflion, is made to fay, 
Heir is ane coird baith great and lang, 
Quhilk. hangit Johne the Armistrang, 

Of gude hemp foft and found : 
Gude halie peopill I ftand for'd, 
Qulia evir beis hangit with this cord, 
Ncids never to be dround. 

This, which Ramfay calls, " the true old ballad, never 
printed before," he copyed, he tells us, " from a gentleman's 
mouth of the name of Amftrang," who was the fijtth genera- 
tion from the above John. The gentleman told him " this 
was cvei efteemd the genuine ballad, the common one, falfe." 

By *f the common one," it is prefumed, the gentleman meant 
the Enghlh foug, which the a-adcr may fee in the " Selcft 
Collection," vol. ii. p. 113 



( io 5 

They ran their horfe on the Langum ' Hovvm' 

And brake their fpeirs with mekle main ; 
The ladys lukit frae their loft windows : 

God bring our men weil back again ! 
Quhen Johny came before the king, 

With all his men fae brave to fee, 
The king he movit his bonnet to him, 

He weind he was a king as well as he. 

May I find grace, my fovereign liege, 

Grace for my loyal men and me ; 
For my name it is Johny Arm (1 rang, 

And fubjeft of zours, my liege, faid he. 
Away, away, thou traytor ftrang, 

Out of my ficht thou mayft fune bej 
I grantit nevir a tray tors lyfe, 

And now I'll not begin with thee, 

Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king, 

And a bony gift I will give to thee, 
Full four and twenty milk whyt fleids,. 

Were a foald in a zeir to me. 
I'll gie thee all thefe milk whyt fteids, 

That prance and nicher at a fpeir, 
With as mekle gude Inglis gilt, 

As four of their braid backs dow beiiv 
Away, away, thou traytor, &c. 

Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king,. 
And a bony gift I'll gie to thee. 



( » ) 

Gude four and twenty ganging mills, 
That gang throw a the zeir to me. 

Thefe fojr and twenty mills complete, 
Sail gang for thee throw all the zeir, 

And as mekle of gude reid quheit, 
As all thair happers dow to bear. 

Away, away, thou traytor, &c. 

Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king, 
And a great gift I'll gie to thee, 

Bauld four and twenty fillers fons, 
Sail for thee fecht tho all fould flee. 

Away, away, thou traytor, &c. 

Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king, 
And a brave gift I'll gie to thee; 

All betwene heir and Newcaftle town 
Sail pay thair zeirly rent to thee. 

Away, away, tbou traytor, &c. 

Ze leid, ze Ieid now, king, he fays, 

Althocht a king and prince ze be ; 
For I luid naithing in all my lyfe, 

I dare well fayit, but honefty : 
But a fat horfe, and a fair woman, 

Twa bony dogs to kill a deir; 
But Ingland fuld haif found me meil and m^lt, 

Gif I had livd this hundred zeir. 



( » ) 

Scho fuld have Found me meil and malt, 

And beif and mutton in all plentie ; 
But neir a Scots wyfe could haif faid 

That eir I fkaithd her a pure flic. 
To feik het water beneath cauld yce, 

Surely it is a great folie ; 
I haif afked grace at a gracelefs face, 

But there is nane for my men and me. 

But had I kend, or I came frae hame, 

How thou unkynd wadft bene to me, 
I wad haif kept the border fyde, 

In fpyte of all thy force and thee. 
Wilt Englands king that 1 was tane, 

O gin a blyth man wald he be ! 
For anes I flew his lifters fon, 

And on his breift-bane brak a tree. 

John wore a girdle about his midle, 

Imbroiderd owre with burning gold, 
Befpangled with the fame mettle, 

Maift beautifull was to behold. 
Ther hang nine targats at Johnys hat, 

And ilk an worth three hundred pound-: 
What wants that knave that a king fuld haif, 

But the fword of honour and the crown ? 

O quhair gat thou thefe t-argats, Johnie, 
That blink fae brawly abune thy brie ? 



( 13 ) 

I gat them in the field fechting, 

Quher, cruel king, thou durft not be. 

Had i my horfe and my harnefs gude. 
And ryding as I wont to be, 

It fould haif bene tald this hundred zeir* 
The meiting of my king and me. 

God be withee, Kirfty, my brither, 

Lang live thou laird of Mangertoun ; 
Lang mayft thou dwell on the border-fyde, 

Or thou fe thy brither ryde up and doun. 
And God be withee, Kirfty, my fon, 

Quhair thou fits on thy nurfes knee; 
But and thou live this hundred zeir, 

Thy fathers better thoult never be. 

Farweil, my bonny Gilnockhall, 

Quhair on Eflc-fyde thou ftandeft ftout, 
Gif I had lived but feven zeirs mair, 

I wald haif gilt thee round about. 
John murdred was at Carlinrigg, 

And all his galant companie ; 
But Scotlands heart was never fae wae, 

To fee fo many brave men die. 

Becaufe they favd their country deir 
Frae Engliftimen ; nane were fae bauM, 

Quhyle Johnie livd on the border-fyde, 
Nane of them durft cum neir his hald. 

Vet. II. C 



( H ) 
SONG IV. 

THE BATTLE OF CORICHIE, ON THE HILL OF 
FAIR, FOUGHT Oft. 28, 156X *. 

By ..... FORBES, 

SCHOOL-MASTER AT MARY CULTIX, UPON DIESIDE. 



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Mum ye heighlands, and mum ye leighlands, 



I trow ye hae meikle need ; For thi bonny 



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bum of Corichie His run this day wi' bleid ? 

Thi hopeful' laird o' Finliter, 

Erie Huntly's gallant fon, 
For thi love hi bare our beauteous quine, 

His gart fair Scotland mone. 

Hi his braken his ward in Aberdene 

Throu dreid o' thi faufe Murry ; 
And his gather't the gentle Gordone clan, 

An' his father auld Huntly. 

* For a further account of this battle, fee Buchanan, 
Spotfwood, Hume of Godfcroft, and Gordons Hiftory of 
the Gordons. 



( is ) 

Fain wad he tak our bonny guide quine, 

An' beare hir awa' wi' him ; 
But Murry's flee wyles fpoil't a' thi fport. 

An' reft him o' lyfe and him. 

Murry gar't rayfe thi tardy Merns men, 
An Angis, an' mony ane mair ; 

Erie Morton, and the Byres lord Lindfay ; 
An' campit at thi hill o' Fare. 

Erie Huntlie came wi' Haddo Gordone, 

An' countit ane thufan men ; 
But Murry had abien twal hunder, 

Wi' fax fcore horfemen and ten. 

They foundit thi bougills an' the trumpits, 
An' marchit on in brave array ; 

Till the fpiers an' the axis forgatherit, 
An' than did begin thi fray. 

Thi Gordones fae fercelie did fecht it, 

Withouten terrer or dreid, 
That mony o' Murry's men lay gafpin, 

An' dyit thi grund wi' theire bleid. 

Then faufe Murry feingit to flee them, 

An' they purfuit at his backe, 
Whan thi haf o' thi Gordones defertit, 

An' turnit wi' Murray in a crack. 



( 16 ) 

Wi' hether i' thir bonnits they turnit, 
The waiter Haddo o' their heid, 

An' flaid theire brithers an' their fatheris, 
An' fpoilit an' left them for deid. 

Than Murry cried to tak thi auld Gordone, 

An' mony ane ran wi' fpeid ; 
But Stuart o' Inchbraik had him ftickit, 

An' out gufhit thi fat lurdane's bleid. 

Than they tuke his twa fones quick an' hale, 
An' bare them awa' to Aberdenc ; 

But fair did our guide quine lament 
Thi waefu' chance that they were tane. 

Erie Murry loft mony a gallant flout man, 
Thi hopefu' laird o' Thornitune, 

Pittera's fons, an Egli's far fearit laird, 
An' mair to mi unkend, fell doune. 

Erie Huntly mift tenfcore o' his bra' men 
Sum o' heigh, an' fum o' leigh degree ; 

Skeenis youngeft fon, thi pride o' a' the clan, 
Was ther fun' dead, he widna flee. 

This bloody fecht wis fercely faucht 

Oftobris aught an' twinty day, 
Cryftis fyfteen hundred thrifcore yeir 

An' twa will mark thi deidlie fray. 



( 17 ) 

But now the day maift waefu' came, 
That day the quine did grite her fill, 

For Huntlys gallant ftalwart fon, 
Wis heidit on the heidin hill. 

Fyve noble Gordones wi' him hangit were, 

Upon thi famen fatal playne ; 
Crule Murry gar't thi waefu' quine lul^e out, 

And fee hir lover an' liges flayne. 

I wis our quine had better frinds, 

I wis our countrie better peice ; 
I wis our lords wid na' difcord, 

I wis our weirs at hame may ceife. 



SONG V. 

'ADAM' OF GORDON*. 



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It fell about the Martinmas, Quhen the wind 



blew fchrile and cauld, Said 'Adam' o' Gor- 

* The ftory of this fong is as follows : In the year 1571, 
fir Adam Gordon of Auchindown, brother to the earl of 
Huntley, whofe deputy he was in the north parts, where, 

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don to his men, We maun draw to a hauld. 

And what an a hauld fall we draw to, 

My merry men and me ? 
We will gae to the houfe of the Rodes, 

To fee that fair ladie. 

She had nae fooner bulket her fell, 

Nor putten on her gown, 
Till 'Adam' o' Gordon and his men 

Were round about the town. 

as archbiftiop Spotfwood relates, " under colour of the 
q jeens authorhy, [he] committed divers oppreflions, efpe- 
tially upon the Forbes's," ** had fent one Captain Ker, with 
a party of foot, to fummon the caftle of Towie [orTavoy, 
as Spotfwood calls it] in the queens name. The owner, 
.Alexander Forbes, was not then at home, and his lady, con- 
fiding too much in her fex, not only refufed to furrender, 
but gave Ker very injurious language; upon which, un- 
reafonably tranfported with fury, he ordered his men to fire 
the caftle, and barbaroufly burnt the unfortunate gentle- 
woman, with her whole family, amounting to 37 perfons. 
Nor was he everfo much as caftiiered for this inhuman ac- 
tion, which made Gordon ftiare both in the fcandal and the 
guilt." Crawfurds Memoirs, Edin. 1753, p. 213. So that 
it evidently appears that the writer of this ballad, either 
through ignorance or defign, has made ufe of Gordons name 
inftead of Kers ; and there is fome reafon to think the tranf- 
yolition intentional. A ballad upon this fubjefl, in the Eng- 
lifh idiom, and written about the time, which nearly refem- 
bles that here printed, fo nearly indeed as to make it evident 
that one of them muft be an alteration from the other, is 
ftill extant ; in which ballad, inftead of Adam or Edom o' 
Cordon, we have "Captaine Care," who is called " the 



( 19 ) 

They had nae fooner fitten down, 

Nor fooner faid the grace, 
Till 'Adam' o' Gordon and his men 

Were clofed about the place. 

The lady ran up to her tower head, 

As fail as fhe could drie, 
To fee if by her fair fpeeches 

She could with him agree. 

As foon as he faw the lady fair, 

And hir yates all locked fail, 
He fell into a rage of wrath, 

And his heart was aghaft. 

Cum down to me, ze lady fair, 

Cum down to me, let's fee, 
This night ze's ly by my ain fide, 

The morn my bride fall be. 

lord of Eafter towne," the caftle of Rodes is "the caftle 
of Crecrynbroghe," and the ladys hufband is a " lord Ha- 
mleton." In other refpects they are fo much alike that 
bifhop Percy finding, as he fays, an (apparently incorrect) 
fragment of the Englifh ballad in his folio MS. "improved 
and enlarged" (i. e. interpolated and corrupted) the Scotiih 
copy " with feveral fine ftanzas." See the Englifh ballad 
at length, in a collection of " Ancient Englifh Songs," 
publifhed by J. Johnfon, in St. Paul's Church Yard. 

It has been ufual to intitle this ballad " Edom o' Gor- 
don 5" an error which Sir David Dalrymple, to whom, as 
bifhop Percy fays, we are indebted for its publication, might 
be led into by the local pronunciation of the lady from 
jvhofe memory he gave it. 



( 20 ) 

I winnae cum down, ye fals Gordon, 
I winnae cum down to thee, 

I winnae forfake my ane dear lord, 
That is fae far frae me. 

Gi up your houfe, ze fair lady, 

Gi up your houfe to me, 
Or I will burn zourfel therein, 

Bot you and zour babies three. 

I winna gie up, zou fals Gordon, 

To nae fik traitor as thee, 
Tho zou mould burn myfel therein, 

Bot and my babies three. 

Set fire to the houfe, quoth fals Gordon, 

Sin better may nae bee, 
And I will burn herfel therein, 

Bot and her babies three. 

And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man, 

I paid ze weil zour fee ; 
Why pow ze out my groun d wa ftane, 

Lets in the reek to me ? 

And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man, 
For I paid zou weil zour hire ; 

Why pow ze out my ground wa ftane, 
To me lets in the fire ? 



< 21 ) 

Ye paid me weil my hire, lady, 

Ye paid me weil my fee ; 
But now I'm 'Adam' of Gordon's man, 

Maun either do or die. 

then befpake her zoungeft fon, 
Sat on the nurfea knee, 

Dear mother, gie owre your houfe, he fays, 
For the reek it worries me. 

1 winnae gie up my houfe, my dear, 

To nae fik traitor as he ; 
Cum well, cum wae, my jewels fair, 
Ye maun tak fhare wi me. 

O then befpake her dochter dear, 

She was baith jimp and fma, 
O row me in a pair o' fhiets, 

And tow me owre the wa. 

They rowd her in a pair of fhiets, 

And towd her owre the wa, 
But, on the point of 'Adam's' fpeir, 

She gat a deadly fa. 

O bonny, bonny, was hir mouth, 

And chirry were her cheiks, 
And clear, clear was hir zellow hair, 

Whereon the reid bluid dreips. 



C 22 ) 

Then wi his fpeir he turn'd hir owr, 

gin hir face was wan ! 

He faid, zou are the firft that eer 

1 wilt alive again. 

He turnd her owr and owr again ; 

O gin hir fkin was whyte ! 
He faid, I might ha fpard thy life, 

To been fome mans delyte. 

Bulk and boon, my merry men all, 

For ill dooms I do guefs, 
I cannae luik in that bonny face, 

As it lyes on the grafs. 

Them luiks to freits, my mailer deir, 

Then freits will follow them ; 
Let it neir be faid brave 'Adam' o' Gordon 

Was daunted with a dame. 

O then he fpied hir ain deir lord, 

As he came owr the lee ; 
He faw his caftle in a fire, 

As far as he could fee. 

Put on, put on, my mighty men. 

As faft as ze can drie, 
For he thats hindmoft of my men. 

Sail neir get guid o' me. 



( *3 ) 

And fome they raid, and fome they ran 

Fu fall out owr the plain, 
But lang, lang, eer he coud get up, 

They were a' deid and flain. 

But mony were the mudie men 

Lay gaiping on the grien ; 
For o* fifty men that 'Adam' brought out 

There were but five ged heme. 

And mony were the mudie men 

Lay gafping on the grien, 
And mony were the fair ladys 

Lay lemanlefs at heme. 

And round, and round the waes he went, 

Their afhes for to view ; 
At laft into the flames he flew, 

And bad the world adieu. 



( H ) 

SONG VI. 

GILDEROY*. 

BY SIR ALEXANDER HALKET. 

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* A hero of whom this elegant lamentation is the only 
authentic memorial. He hence appears to have been a ce- 
lebrated Highland freebooter, and to have been executed at 
Edinburgh in the time of queen Mary. The authors nam* 
is prefixed on the authority of Johaftons Stets Mufical M*- 
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de-light, My hand-fame Gil-de - ray. 

Oh ! fik twa charming een he had, 

A breath a6 fweet as rofe, 
He never ware a Highland plaid, 

But coftly fdken clothes : 
He gain'd the luve of ladies gay, 

Nane eir tul him was coy : 
Ah ! wae is me ! I mourn the day, 

For my dear Gilderoy. 

My Gilderoy and I were born 

Baith in one toun together, 
We fcant were feven years beforn 

We gan to luve each other ; 
Our dadies and our mammies thay 

Were fill'd wi' mickle joy 
To think upon the bridal day 

'Twixt me and Gilderoy. 

For Gilderoy that luve of mine 
Gude faith I freely bought 

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A wedding fark of holland fine, 
Wi' filken flowers wrought ; 

And he gied me a wedding ring, 
Which I receiv'd wi' joy: 

Nae lad nor laflie eir could fing, 
Like me and Gilderoy. 

Wi' mickle joy we fpent our prime, 

Till we were baith fixteen, 
And aft we paft the langfome time 

Amang the leaves fae green ; 
Aft on the banks we'd fit us thair, 

And fweedy kifs and toy, 
Wi' garlands gay wad deck my hair 

My handfome Gilderoy. 

Oh ! that he ftill had been content 

Wi' me to lead his life ! 
But ah ! his manfu' heart was bent 

To fiir in feates of flrife ; 
And he in many a venturous deed, 

His courage bauld wad try, 
And now this gars mine heart to bleed 

For my dear Gilderoy. 

And whan of me his leave he tuik, 
The tears they wat mine ee, 

J gave tull him a parting luik, 
Xi My benifon gang wi' thee ! 



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God fpeid thee well, mine ain dear heart, 

For gane is all my joy ; 
My heart is rent fith we maun part, 

My handfome Gilderoy." 

My Gilderoy baith far and near 

Was fear'd in every town, 
And bauldly bare away the gear 

Of many a lawland loun : 
Nane eir durft meet him man to man, 

He was fae brave a boy, 
At length wi' numbers he was tane, 

My winfome Gilderoy. 

The Queen of Scots panelled nought 

That my love let me want ; 
For cow and ew he 'to me brought,' 

And een whan they were fkant : 
All thefe did honeftly pofTefs 

He never did annoy, 
Who never fail'd to pay their cefs 

To my love Gilderoy. 

Wae worth the loun that made the laws 

To hang a man for gear ! 
To reave of life for ox or afs, 

For Iheep, or horfe, or mare ! 
Had not their laws been made fae ilrick, 

I neir had loll my joy, 
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Wi' forrow neir had wat my cheek 
For my dear Gilderoy. 

Gift" Gilderoy had done amifle, 

He mought hae baniflit been, 
Ah ! what fair cruelty is this, 

To hang fike handfome men ! 
To hang the Rower o' Scottifh land, 

Sae fweet and fair a boy ! 
Nae lady had fae white a hand 

As thee, my Gilderoy. 

Of Gilderoy fae 'fraid they were, 

They bound him miclde ftrong, 
Tull Edenburrow they led him chaio 

And en a gallows hung ; 
They hung him high aboon the reit, 

He was fae trim a boy, 
Thair dyed the youth whom I lued bell, 

My handfome Gilderoy. 

Thus having yielded up his breath, 

I bare his corpfe away, 
Wi' tears that trickled for his death 

I wafht his comelye clay ; 
And fiker in a grave fae deep 

I laid the dear-loed boy ; 
And now for evir maun I weep 

My winfome Gilderoy. 



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SONG VII. 

THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY*. 



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* « In December 1591, Francis Stewart earl of Both- 
■Avell had made an attempt to feize the perfon of his fove- 
reign James VI. but being difappointed had retired towards 
the North. The king unadvifedly gave a commiflion to 
George Gordon earl of Huntley to purfue Bothwell and his 
followers with fire and fword. Huntley, under cover of 
executing that -commiflion, took occafion to revenge a pri- 
vate quarrel he had againft James Stewart earl of Murray, 
a relation of Bothwells. In the night of Feb. 7. 1592, 
he befet Murrays houfe, burnt it to the ground, and flew 
Murray himfelf ; a young nobleman of the moll promifing 
virtues, and the very darling of the people. 

" The prefent ford Murray hath now in his pofleflion a 
picture of his anceftor naked and covered with wounds, 
which had been carried about, according to the/cuftom of 
that age, in order to inflame the populace to revenge his 
death. If this picture did not flatter, he well deferved the 
name of the Bonny Earl, for he is there reprefented as 
a tall and comely perfonage. It is a tradition in the fami- 
ly, that Gordon of Bucky gave him a wound in the face : 
Murray half expiring, faid, " You hae fpilt a better face 
than your awin*" Upon this, Bucky pointing his dagger 
at Huntley's breaft, fwore, " You fhall be as deep as J," 
and forced h-im to pierce the poor defencelefs body. 

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earl of Murray, And hae lain him on the 

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And hae lain him on the green. 

Now wae be to thee, Huntley ! 

And quhairfore did you iae ? 
I bade you bring him wi' you, 

But forbade you him to flay. 

He was a braw gallant, 

And he rid at the ring ; 
And the bonny earl of Murray, 

Oh ! he might hae been a king. 

He was a braw gallant, 

And he playd at the ba* ; 
And the bonny earl of Murray 

Was the flower among them a'. 



*« K.James, who took no care to puniih the murtherers, 
is faid by fome to have privately countenanced and abetted 
them, being ftimulated by jealoufy for fome indifcreet 
praifes which his queen had too laviihly bellowed on this 
unfortunate youth." Ptscv. 



( Ji ) 

He was a braw gallant, 

And he playd at the gluve ; 

And the bonny earl of Murray, 
Oh ! he was the queenes Iuv«. 

Oh ! lang will his lady 

Luke owre the caftle downe, 

Ere me fee the earl of Murray 
Cum founding throw the towne. 

SONG VIII. 
FRENNET HALL*. 



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* The fubjeft of this ballad is related by W. Gordon, 
in his « Hiitory of the illuftrious family of Gordon, " 
1726. Vol. ii, p. 135. in the following words : 

" Anno 1630, there happened a melancholly accident to 
the family of Huntly thus. Firft of January there fell out 
a difcord betwixt the laird of Frendraught and fome of his 
friends, aad William Gordon of Rothcmay, and fome of 
his, in which William Gordon was killed, a brave and 
gallant gentleman. On the other fide was flain George 
Gordon } brother to fir James Gordon of Lefmore, and 



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fad - ed green, Then la-dy Frennet, 

divers others were wounded on both fides. The marquis 
of Huntly, and fome other well difpofed friends made up 
this quarrel ; and Frendraught was appointed to pay to the 
lady dowager of Rothemay 50,000 merks Scots in compen- 
fation of the (laughter, which, as is faid, was truly paid... 
•' Upon the 27th of September this year, Frendraught 
having in his company Robert Chrichton of Condlaw, and 
James Lefly fon to the laird of Pitcaple, Chrichton fliot 
Lefly through the arm, who w?s carried to his fathers 
houfe, and Frendraught put Chrichton out of his com- 
pany. Immediately thereafter he went to vifit the earl of 
Murray ; and, in his return, came to the Bog of Gight, 
now Caftle-Gordon, to vifit the marquis of Huntly ; of 
which Pitcaple getting notice. . . conveens about 30 horfe- 
men fully arm'd, and with them marches to intercept 
Frendraught, and to be reveng'd of him for the hurt his 
fon had got. He came to the marquis's houfe, October 7. 
Upon which the marquis wifely defired Frendraught to 
keep company with his lady, and he would difcourle Pit- 
caple, who complained to him grievoufly of the harm he 
had done to his fon, and vowed he would be revenged cf 
him ere he returned home. The marquis did all he could 
to excufe Frendraught, and fatisfy Pitcaple, but to no pur- 
pofe ; and fo he went away in a chaff', ftill vowing revenge. 
The marquis communicated all that had pafi'ed to Frend- 
raught, and kept him at his houfe a day or two ; and even 
then would not let him go home alone, but fent his fon 
John Gordon, vifcount of Melgum and Aboyne, with fome 
ethers, as a fafe-guard to him, untiLhe ihould be at home 



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(among whom was John Gordon of Rothemay, fon to him 
lately flain) left Pitcaple Ihould ly in ambulb. for him. 

" They convoyed him fafely home, and after dinner 
Aboyne preffed earneftly to return j and as earneftly did 
Frendraught prefshim to ftay, and would by no means part 
with him that night. He at laft condefcended to ftay, 
though unwillingly. They were well entertained, fupped 
merrily, and went to bed joyfull. The vifcount was laid 
in a room in the old tower of the hall, ftanding upon a vault, 
where there was a round hole under his bed. Robert Gor- 
don and Englifli Will, two of his fervants, were laid befide 
.him. The laird of Rothemay, and ibme fervants by him, 
in an upper room above Aboyne. And above that, in an- 
other room, George Chalmers of Noth, and another of the 
vifcount's fervants ; all of them lodged in that old tower, 
and all of them in rooms one above the other. All of them 
being at reft, about midnight the tower takes fire, in io 
fudden and furious a manner, that this noble lord, the 
laird of Rothemay, Englilh Will, Colin Ivat, and other two, 
being fix in number, were cruelly burnt to death, without 
help or relief offer' d to be made j the laird and lady look- 
ing on, without fo much as endeavouring to deliver them 
from the fury of thofe mercilefs flames, as was reported. 

" Robert Gordon, who was in Aboyne's chamber, 
*fcaped, as ('tis faid) Aboyne might have done, if he had 
jiot rulhed up ftairs to awake Rothemay ; and while he was 
about that, the wooden palTage, and the lofting of the room 
took fire, fo that none of th;m could get down ftairs. 
They went to the window that looked into the court, and 
cried many times help for God's fake, the laird and iady 



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gloom, A - mong the leaves that fa'. 

Her page, the fwifteft of her train, 

Had dumb a lofty tree, 
Whafe branches to the angry blaft 

Were foughing mournfullie : 

He turn'd his e'en towards the path 

That near the caltte lay, 
Where good lord John and Rothemay 

Were rideing down the brae. 

looking on ; but all to no purpofe. And finally, feeing 
there was no help to be made, they recommended them- 
felves to God, clafped in one another's embraces s And thu» 
periflied in thofe mercilefs flames, the noblelord John Gor- 
don, vifcount of Mclgum and Aboyne, and John Gordon 
of Rothemay, a very brave youth. This vifcount was a 
very complete gentleman, both in body and mind, and much 
lamented by the whole country, but efpecially by his rather, 
mother and lady, who lived a melancholly and retired life 
all her time thereafter. And this was all the reward the 
marquis of Huntley got for his good-will to Frendraught, 
fays my author Spalding, who lived not far from the place, 
and had the account from eye-witnefies." 

This fir James Chrichton, laird of Frendraught, was, in 
164Z, created vifcount Frendraught. His lady was Eliza- 
beth Gordon, daughter of John earl of Sutherland, and 
near coufin to the marquis of Huntly. In revenge for this 
treacherous and horrid aft, the law not affording any re- 
drefs, Frendraughts eftates were repeatedly ravaged by the 
Gordons, and his cattle and flieep flaughtered or fold. Gor* 
don adds : " The family of Frendraught was then a very 
opulent family; they had a great land-eftate and much 



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Swift darts the eagle from the flcy. 

When prey beneath is feen ; 
As quickly he forgot his hold, 

And perch'd upon the green. 

O hie thee, hie thee, lady gay, 
Frae this dark wood awa ; 

money ; and after that it foon went to ruin, and was fome- 
time agoextin&." 

The prefent ballad appears to have been fuggefted 
by one compofed at the time, a few ftanzas of which are 
fortunately remembered by the reverend Mr. Boyd, tranf- 
lator of Dante, and were obligingly communicated to the 
editor, by his very ingenious and valuable friend J. C. 
Walker efij. 

The reek it rofe, and the flame it flew, 

And oh ! the fire augmented high, 
Until it came to lord Johns chamber-window, 

And to the bed where lord John lay. 

O help me, help me, lady Frennot, 

I never ettled harm to thee, 
And if my father flew thy lord, 

Forget the deed and refcue me. 

He looked eaft, he looked weft, 

To fee if any help was nigh ; 
At length his little page he faw, 

Who to his lord aloud did cry. 

Loup down, loup down, my mafter dear, 
What though the window's dreigh and hie, 

I'll catch you in my arms twa, 

And never a foot from you I'll flee. 

How can I loup, you little page ? 

How can I leave this window hie ? 
Do you not fee the blazing low, 

And my twa legs burnt to my knte ? 



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Some vifitors of gallant mein 
Are hailing to the ha'. 

Then round Ihe row'd her fdkjen plaid, 

Her feet fhe did na fpare, 
Untill (he left the foreft fkirt*. 

A lang bow-fhot mair. 

O where, O where, my good lord Johit, 

tell me where you ride ? 
Within my caltle-wall this night 

1 hope you mean to bide. 

Kind nobles, will ye but alight, 

In yonder bower to Hay, 
Saft eafe fhall teach you to forget 

The hardnefs of the way. 

Forbear entreaty, gentle dame, 

How can we here remain ? 
Full well you ken your hufband dear 

Was by our father flain.. 

** There are fome Intermediate particulars," Mr. Boyd 
fays, " refpetting the lady's lodging her victims in a tur- 
ret or flanker, which did not communicate with the caftle. 
This," adds he, " I only have from tradition, as I never 
heard any other ftanzas befides the foregoing." The au- 
thor of the original, we may perceive, either through ig- 
norance or defign, had deviated from the fact in fuppofing 
lady Frennets hufband to have been flain by lord Johns fa- 
ther ; and perhaps alfo in reprefenting the two youths as 
brothers. The adlual provocation appears to have been the 
payment of the 50,000 merks, the price of Rothemayj 
blood j which fort of compen fation, Gordon has remarked, 
feems not to profper, that family being then extinct. 



( 37 ) 

The thoughts of which with fell revenge 

Your angry bofom fwell ; 
Enraged you've fworn that blood for blood 

Should this black paflion quell. 

O fear not, fear not, good lord John, 

That I will you betray, 
Or fue requittal for a debt 

Which nature cannot pay. 

Bear witnefs, a' ye powers on high, 

Ye lights that 'gin to fhine, 
This night (hall prove the facred cord 

That knits your faith and mine. 

The lady flee, with honeyed words, 

Entic'd thir youths to ftay : 
But morning fun nere fhone upon 

Lord John nor Rothemay. 

SONG IX. 

GENERAL LESLY'S MARCH TO LONGMASTOli 
MOOR*. 



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March, march, why the deil do ye na march? 

* Alexander Lefiy (created, in 1641, earl of Leven) invad- 
ed England at the head of the Scotilh rebel army ia 1640, 

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maintain; The parliament ['s] blyth to lee 

defeated a party of the kings troops, and took pofiefTion of 
Newcaftle. He afterward commanded the army fent by the 
covenanters to the afliftance of the parliament, and contribut- 
ed greatly to the defeat of the royalifts at Marfton (here 
meant by Longmafton)-moor in Yorkshire, 3d July 1644. 



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SONG X. 

THE HAWS OF CROMDALE *. 



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* No notice is taken of this battle in the hiftory of 
Montrofe's wars, nor does any mention of it elfewhere 
occur. The only action known to have happened at Crom- 
dale (a village in Invernefsfliire) was long after Montrofe's 
time. 



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rues That e'er we came to Crom-dale. 

We were in bed, fir, every man, 
When the Englifh hoft upon us came ; 
A bloody battle then began, 

Upon the haws of Cromdale. 

The Englifh horfe they were fo rude, 
They bath'd their hoofs in highland blood, 
But our brave clans they boldly flood, 

Upon the haws of Cromdale. 
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But alas we could no longer flay, 
For o'er the hills we came away, 
And fore we do lament the day 

That e'er we came to Cromdale. 

Thus the great Montrofe did fay, 
Can you direct the neareft way ? 
For I will o'er the hills this day, 

And view the haws of Cromdale. 

Alas, my lord, you're not fo ftrong, 
You fcarcely have two thoufand men, 
And there's twenty thoufand on the plain, 

Stand rank and file on Cromdale. 

Thus the great Montrofe did fay, 
1 fay, direct the neareft way, 
For I will o'er the hills this day, 

And fee the haws of Cromdale. 

They were at dinner, every man, 
When great Montrofe upon them came, 
A fecond battle then began, 

Upon the haws of Cromdale. 

The Grants, Mackenzies, and M'kys, 

Soon as Montrofe they did efpy, 

O then they fought moft vehemently, 

Upon the haws of Cromdale. 



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The M'Donalds they return'd again,- 
The Camerons did their ftandard join, 
M'lntolh played a bonny game, 

Upon the haws of Cromdale. 

The M'Gregors faught like lyons bold, 
M'Pherfons, none could them controul, 
M'Lauchlins faught like loyal fouls, 

Upon the haws of Cromdale. 

[M'Leans, M'Dougals, and M'Neals, 
So boldly as they took the field, 
And made their enemies to yield, 

Upon the haws of Cromdale.] 

The Gordons boldly did advance, 
The Fraziers [fought] with fword and lance, 
The Grahams thsy made their heads to dance, 
Upoa the haws of Cromdale. 

The loyal Stewarts, with Montrofe, 
So boldly fet upon their foes, 
And brought them down with highland blows, 
Upon the haws of Cromdale. 

Of twenty thoufand Cromwells men, 
Five hundred went to Aberdeen, 
The reft of them lyes on the plain, 

Upon the haws of Cromdale. 
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SONG XI. 

GILLICRANKIE*. 



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down up - o' the raw, man, Who, be- 

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ing ftout, gave mo - ny a clout, The lads 





be-gan to claw then. With fvvord and terge 

ggil 

in - to their hand, Wi' which they were 

* The battle of Killikrankie was fought, at the pafs fo 
called, on the 27th of July 16S9, between the highland 
clans, under the ccmmand of James (Gnham of Clavcrhoufe) 
vifcount Dundee, and a Dutch-Englifli arry commanded by 
general Mackay. The la'ter were almoft inftantaneously de- 
feated, with a very inconfiderable lofs on the other fide, if we 
except that of their gallant leader, who received a mortal 
wound under his arm, elevated in the ad of encouraging his 
men to the puri'uic. King James felt his lofs irretrievable. 



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claw then. 

O'er bufh, o'er bank, o'er ditch, o'er flank, 

She flang amang them a' man ; 
The Butter-box got mony knocks, 

Their riggings paid for a' then. 
They got their paiks, wi' fudden ftraiks, 

Which to their grief they faw man; 
Wi' clinkum clankum o'er their crowns, 

The lads began to fa' then. 

Hur fkipt about, hur leapt about, 

And flang amang them a', man ; 
The Englifh blades got broken heads, 

Their crowns were cleav'd in twa then. 
The durk and door made their latt hour, 

And prov'd their final fa', man ; 
They thought the devil had been there, 

That play'd them fick a paw then. 



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The folemn league and covenant 

Came whigging up the hills, man, 
Thought highland trews durft not refufe 

For to fubfcribe their bills then : 
In Willie's * name they thought nae ane 

Durft ftop their courfe at a', man ; 
But hur nane fell, wi' mony a knock, 

Cry'd, Furich-whiggs, awa', man. 

Sir Evan Du, and his men true, 

Came linking up the brink, man ; 
The Hogan Dutch they feared fuch, 

They bred a horrid ftink then. 
The true Maclean, and his fierce men, 

Came in amang them a', man ; 
Nane durft withftand his heavy hand, 

All fled and ran awa' then. 

Ob' on a ri, oh' on a ri, 

Why ftiould fhe lofe king Shames, man ? 
Ob' rig in di, oh' rig in di, 

She fhall break a' her banes then ; 
With furicbinifa, an' ftay a while, 

And fpeak a word or twa, man, 
She's gi' a ftraike, out o'er the neck, 

Before ye win awa' then. 

* Prince of Orange. 



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O fy for mame, ye're three for ane, 

Hur nane-fell's won the day, man ; 
King Shames' red-coats fhould be hung up, 

Becaufe they ran awa' then : 
Had bent their brows, like highland trows, 

And made as lang a Hay, man, 
They'd fav'd their king, that facred thing, 

And Willie'd ' run' awa' then. 

SONG XII *. 




Carl, an the king come, Carl, an 



the king come ; Thou malt dance and 



ipagga 



I will fing, Carl, an the king come. 

* The exact age of this Cong has not been afcertained ; 
and perhaps it is here infert'ed und;r too early a period. 
There are probably other words to this air, as the following 
ftanza has been recoveied by accident : 

When yelljw corn growi on the rigs, 
And a gibbet's made to hang the whigs, 
O then we will dance Scotiih jigs, 
Carle, an the king come. 



( +« ) 



An fome - bo - die were come again, Then 



ft — it 



M 



fome -bo-die maun crofs the main, And ev'ry 



teii^fe] 



man mall hae his ain, Carl, an the 



%^m 



king come. 



I trow we fwapped for the worfe, 
We gae the boot and better horfe ; 
And that we'll tell them at the crofs, 
Carl, an the king come. 

Coggie, an the king come, 
Coggie, an the king come, 
I'fe be fou, and thou'fe be toom, 
Coggie, an the king come. 



< 49 ) 

SONG XIII. 

ON THE ACT OF SUCCESSION (170)) 



I'll fing you a fong, my brave boys, The 



i 



like you ne'er heard of before, Old Scotland 



m 



at laft is grown wife, And England Ihall bully 



no more. 

Succefiion, the trap for our flavery, 

A true Prefbyterian plot, 
Advanc'd by by-ends and knavery, 

Is now kickt out by a vote. 

* '* The«arl of Marchmont having one day prefented aa 
a& for fettling the fuccefiion in the houfe of Hanover, it 
Vas treated with fuch contempt, that fome propofed it 
might be burnt, and others that he might be fent to the 
cattle, and was at laft thrown out of the houfe by a plu- 
rality of fifty feven voices." Lockhirts Memoin, p. 6o« 

Vol. II. F 



( 5° ) 

The Lutheran dame * may be gone, 
Our foes ihall addrefle us no more, 

If the treaty f fhould never go on, 
She for ever is kick'd out of door. 

To bondage we now bid adieu, 

The Englifh fhall no more opprefle us, 

There's fomething in every mans view 
That in due time we hope fhall redrefle us. 

This hundred years paft we have been 
Dull flaves, and ne'er flrove to mend ; 

It came by an old barren queen, 
And now we refolve it lhall end. 

But grant the old woman mould come, 

And England with treaties fhould wooe us, 

We'l clog her before ihe comes home, 

That fhe ne'er fhall have power to undoe us. 

Then let us goe on and be great, 
From parties and quarrells abftain ; 

Let us Englifh councills defeat, 
And Hanover ne'er mention again. 

Let grievances now be redrefs'd, 
Confider, the power is our own ; 

* Sophia elettrefs-dowager of Hanover, mother of 
Creorge I. 

f For the union of the two kingdoms. 



( 5« ) 

Let Scotland no more be opprefs'd, 
Nor England lay claim to our crown. 

Let us think with what blood and what care- 

Our anceftors kept themfelves free ; 
What Bruce, and what Wallace could dare ; 

If they did io much, why not we i 

Let Montrofs and Dundee be brought in 

As latter examples before you ; 
And hold out but as you begin, 

Like them the next age will adore you. 

Here's a health, my brave lads, to the duke * then^ 

Who has the great labour begun, 
He (hall flourifh, whilil thofe who forfook him 

To Holland for fhelter fhall run. 

Here's a health to thofe that flood by him, 
To Fletcher f, and all honeft men ; 

Ne'er truft the damnd rogues that belie ' 'em', 
Since all our rights they maintain. 

* James duke of Hamilton ; able, fpirited, and unfteady. 
He was killed 15-th Nov. 1712, in a duel with lord Mohun, 
and, as was thought, by general Macartney, that noble- 
mans fecond ; he himfelf falling at the fame time. 

f Andrew Fletcher of Saltoun efquire} a warm and 
ftrenuous advocate for republican government, and the 
natural rights of mankind. He has left a volume of ex- 
cellent political difcourfes. 

F 2 



( V ) 

Once more to great Hamiltons health, 
The hero that itill keeps his ground ; 

To him we mull: own all our wealth :— 
Let the Chriftian liquor go round. 

.Let all the fham tricks of the court, 
That fo often have foil'd us before, 

£e now made the countries fport, 
And England ihall fool us no more. 

SONG XIV. 
THE THISTLE AND ROSE. 

BY MR. WATT. 



i 



It was in old times, when trees compos'd 



rhymes, And flowers did with elegy flow, It 



1 



was in a field, which various did yield, A Rofe 



1 



and a Thiflle did grow. 



( 53 ) 

In a fun-fhining day, the Rofe chanced to fay, 
Friend Thiftle, I'll be with you plain, 

And if you would be united to me, 
You would ne'er be a Thiftle again. 

Says the Thiftle, my fpears defends mortals and fears, 
Whilft thou 'rt unguarded on the plain ; 

And I do fuppofe, tho' I were a Rofe, 
I would long to be a Thiftle again. 

O friend, fays the Rofe, you falfely fuppofe, 
Bear witnefs, ye flowers of the plain ! 

You would take fo much pleafure, in beautys vaft 
treafure, 
You would ne'er be a Thiftle again. 

The Thiftle at length, admiring the Rofe, 
With all the gay flowers of the plain, 

She throws off her points, herfelf fhe anoints, 
And now in clofe Union Ihe's gone. 

But in a cold ftormy day, while heedlefs fhe lay, 

No longer could forrow refrain,' 
She fetched a groan, with many ohon, 

O were I a Thiftle again ! 

But now I'm the mock of Flora's fair flock, 

Nor dare I prefume to complain ; 
But remember that I difafterly cry, 

O were I a Thiftle again ! 
F 3 



( 54 ) 
SONG XV*. 

LITTLE WAT YE WHA'S COMING. 



I 



Little ivat ye izba's coming, Little <wat ye who's 



coming. Little ivat ye nvha's coming, yock and 
Tarn and a's coming. Duncan's coming, 
Donald's coming, Colin's coming, Ronald's 
coming, Dougal's coming, Lauchlan's com- 



i 



ing, Alafter and a's coming: Little ivat ye' 
• The Chevaliers Muftei Roll, 1715. 



( 55 ) 



1 



tuba's coming, Jock and Tarn and a's coming. 



Borland and his men's coming, 
The Camrons and M'leans' coming 
The Gordons and M'Gregors' coming, 
A' the Dunywaftles * coming : 
Little tvat ye tuba's coming, 
M'Gilvrey of Drumglafs is coming. 

Wigton's coming, Nithfdale's coming, 
Carnwarth's coming, Kenmure's coming, 
Derwentwater and Fofter's coming, 
Withrington and Nairn's coming f : 
Little tvat ye tuba's coming, 
Blyth Cotuhill and a's coming. 

The laird of M'Intofh is coming, 
M'Crabie and M'Donald's coming, 



* i. e. Highland lairds or gentlemen ; Dhu'me uafal. 

■\ Thefe are the earls of Wigton, Nithifdale and Cam- 
warth, the vifcount Kenmure, the earl of Derwentwater, 
Thomas Fofter efquire, member of parliament for Nor- 
thumberland, and commander in chief of the Chevaliers 
Engliih army, the earl of Widdrington, and the lord Nairn : 
the other names are either thofe of particular clans, or 
fuch as are applicable to all. 



( 56 ) 

The M'Kenzies and M'Pherfons' coming, 
A' the wild M'Craws' coming : 

Little ivatye nvha's coming, 

Donald Gun and a's coming. 

They gloom, they glowr, th«y look fae big, 
At ilka flroke they'll fell a whig ; 
They'll fright the fuds of the pockpuds, 
For mony a buttock bare's coming : 
Little njoat ye nvba's coming, 
Jock and Tarn and a's coming. 



SONG XVI. 



SHERIFF-MUIR.* 



jffBJIJ.jUXrTf I f 



There's fome fay that we wan, Some fay that 



fc — «-=i- 3 -— £— j — - ^ -J ^^L»4- !----f-- 



they wan, Some fay thatnane wan at a' man ; 

* The battle of Dumblaln or Sheriff-muir was fought 
the 13th of November 1715, between the earl of Mar, for 
the Chevalier, and the duke of Argyle for the govern- 
ment. Both fides claimed the victory, the left wing of 
either army being routed. The capture of Prefton, it is 
very remarkable, happened on the fame day. 



nr 



( 57 ) 



But one thing I'm fare, That at She-riff Muir 



m 



snqs: 



A bat -tie there was, which I faw man: And 



IsUj-U. 



f 



<we ran and they ran, and they ran, and 



HH i i r. "nLgJL^ 



iv* raw, «»</ wf r«», «/k/ they ran, a 



pse 



ov« man. 



Brave Argyle * and Belhavenf , 
Not like frighted LevenJ, 



* John (Campbell) id duke of Argyle, commander in 
chief of the government forces ; a nobleman of great ta- 
lents and integrity, much refpected by all parties : dyed 
1743- 

f John (Hamilton) lord Belhaven; ferved as a volunteer; 
and had the command of a troop of horfe raifed by the 
county of Haddington : peri/hed at ffa, 1731. 

I David (Lefly) earl of Leven j for the government, 



( 58 ) 

Which Rothes * and Haddington f fa' man ; 

For they all with Wightman % 

Advanced on the right, man, 
While others took flight, being ra', man. 

And <we ran, and t bey ran, &c. 

Lord Roxburgh § was there, 

In order to fhare 
With Douglas ||, who flood not in awe, man, 

Volunteerly to ramble 

With lord Loudoun Campbell qr, 
Brave Hay ** did fufFer for a' man. 

And <we ran, and t bey ran, &c. 

Sir John Schaw f+, that great knight, 

With broad-fword mod bright, 
On horfeback he brifkly did charge, man ; 

An hero that's bold, 

None could him with-hold, 
He ftoutly encounter'd the targemen. 

And we ran, and they ran, &c. 



* John (Lefly) earl of Rothes; for the government. 

■(• Thomas (Hamilton) earl of Haddington ; for the. 
government, 

t Major general Jofeph Wightman. 

| John (Ker) firft duke of Roxburgh ; for the go- 
vernment. 

|| Archibald (Dougias) duke of Douglas. 

If Hugh (Campbell) earl of Loudoun. 

** Archibald earl of Hay, brother to the duke of 
Argyle. He was dangeroufly wounded. 

■\-\- An officer in the troop of gentlemen volunteers. 



( 59 ) 

For the cowardly Whittam*, 

For fear they fhould cut him, 
Seeing glittering broad-fwords with a pa', man, 

And that in fuch thrang, 

Made Baird edicangf, 
And from the brave clans ran awa', man. 

And ive ran, and they ran, &c. 

Brave Mar % aud Panmure [| 

Were firm I am fure, 
The latter was kidnapt awa' man, 

With brifk men about, 

Brave Harry § retook 
His brother, and laught at them a' man. 

And <we ran, and they ran, &c. 



* Major-general Thomas Whltham. 

•|- i. e. aid du camp. 

% John (Erflcine) earl of Mar, commander in chief of 
the Chevaliers army 5 a nobleman of great fpirit, honour 
and abilities. He dyed at Aix-la-Chapelle in 1732. 

H James (Maule) earl of Panmure ; dyed at Paris, 1723. 

^ Honorable Harry Maule, brother to the earl. The 
circumftance here alluded to is thus related in the earl of 
Mars printed account of the engagement : " The prifon- 
ers taken by us were very civilly ufed, and none of them 
ftript. Some were allow'd to return to Sterling upon their 
garole, &c. . . The few prifoners taken by the enemy on 
tfur Left were moft of them ftript and wounded after taken. 
The earl of Panmure being firft of the prifoners wounded 
after taken. They having refufed his parole, he was left 
in a village, and by the hafty retreat of the enemy, upon 
the approach of our army, was refcu'd by his brother and 
his fervants." 



( 60 ) 

Grave Marshall * and Lithgow f» 

And Glengarys J pith too, 
Affifted by brave Loggia-man ||, 

And Gordons the bright 

So boldly did fight, 
The redcoats took flight and awa' man. 

And ive ran, and they ran, &c. 

Strathmore § and Clanronald ^y 
Cry'd ftill, Advance, Donald 1 
Till both thefe heroes did fa', man * *; 

* George (Keith) earl Marifchall, then a youth at col- 
lege. He dyed at his government of Neufchatel in 177.. 
His brother, the celebrated marihall Keith, was with him 
in this battle. 

•f- James (Livingfton) earl of Calendar and Linlithgow.: 
attainted. 

\ Alexander M'Donald of Glengary, laird of a clan ; a 
brave and fpirited chief: attainted. 

|| Thomas Drummond of Logie- Almond ; commanded 
the two battalions of Drummonds. He was wounded. 

§ John (Lyon) earl of Strathmore; " a man of good 
parts, of a moft amiable difpofition and character." 

^[ Ranald M'Donald, captain of Clan Ranald. N. B, 
The captain of a clan was one who, being next or near in 
blood to the chief, headed them in his infancy or abfence. 

** (< "vye have laft to our regret, the earl of Strathmore 
and the captain of Clan-Ranald." Earl of Mars Letter to 
the governor of Perth. Again, printed account : " We 
cann't find above 60 of our men in all kill'd, among whom 
were the earl of Strathmore [and] the captain of Clan- 
Ranald, both much lamented." The latter, '* for his good 
parts and gentle accomplifhments, was look'd upon as the 
moft gallant and generous young gentleman among the 
clans. . , He was lamented by both parties that knew him." 



( 61 } 

For there was fuch hafhing, 
And broad fwords a claming, 
Brave Forfar * himfelf got a cla', man. 
And <we ran, and they ran, &c . 

Lord Perth f flood the ftorm, 
eaforth % but lukewarm, 
Kilfyth || and Strathallan § not fla,' man ; 

And Hamilton fl pled 

The men were not bred, 
For he had no fancy to fa' man. 

And <we ran, and they ran, 13 'c. 

His fervant who lay on the field watching his dead body, 
being aflced next day who that was, anfwered, He was * 
man yefterday. Bofwells Journey to the Hebrides, p. 359. 

* Archibald (Douglas) earl of Forfar, who commanded a 
regiment in the dukes army. He is faid to have been /hot 
in the knee, and to have had 10 or 12 cuts in his head 
from the broad fwords. He dyed a few days after of his 
wounds. 

+ James marquis of Drummend, fon of James (Drum- 
mond) duke of Perth, was lieutenant general of horfe, and 
*• behaved with great gallantry." He was attainted, but 
efcaped to France, where he feon after dyed. 

X William (Mackenzie) earl of Seaforth. He was at- 
tainted, and dyed in 1740* 

|| William (Livingfton) vifcount Kilfyth: attainted. 

§ William (Drummond) vifcount Strathallan; whofe 
fenfe of loyalty could fcarcely equal the fpirit and activity 
he manifefted in the caufe. He was taken prifoner in this 
battle, which he furvived to perifh in the ftill more fatal 
one of Culloden-muir. 

^[ Lieutenant general George Hamilton, commanding 
ander the earl of Mar. 

Vol. IT. G 



( 6 2 } 

Brave generous Southelk *, 

Tilebairn + was brifk, 
Whofe father indeed would not dra', man, 

Into the fame yoke, 

Which ferv'd for a cloak, 
To keep the eftate 'twixt them twa, man. 

And nue ran, and they ran, &c. 

Lord Rollo J not fear'd, 

Kintore || and his beard, 
Pitfligo § and Ogilvie f a', man* 

And brothers Balfours * *, 

They Hood the firft fhow'rs, 
Clackmannan and Burleigh ff did cla', man. 

And nve ran, and they ran, cjff. 

* James (Carnegie) earl of Southelk ; was attainted, and, 
efcaping to France, dye d there in 1729. 

■f Wiiliam (Murray) marquis of Tullibardin, eldeft fon 
to the duke of Athol. Having been attainted, he was 
taken at fea in 1746, and dyed foon after, of a flux, in the 
Tower. 

J Robert (Rollo) lord Rollo ; " a man of lingular merit 
and great integrity :" dyed in 1758. 

(| William (Keith) earl of Kintore. 

§ Alexander (Forbes) lord Pitfligo ; " a man of good 
parts, great honour and fpirit, and univerfally beloved and 
efteemed." He was engaged again in the affair of 1745* 
for which he was attainted, and dyed at an advanced age 
in 1762. 

^f James lord Ogilvie, eldeft fon of David (Ogilvie) earl 
ef Airly. He was attainted, but afterward pardoned. His 
father, not drawing into the fame yoke, faved the eftate. 

** Some relations it is fuppofed of the lord Burleigh. 

ff Robert (Balfour) lord Burleigh. He was attainted, 
and dyed in 1757. 



( 63 ) 

But Cleppan * afted pretty, 

And Strowan the witty f , 
A poet that pleafes us a', man ; 

For mine is but rhime, 

In refpecl; of what's fine, 
Or what he is able to dra', man. 

And ive ran, and they ran, &c. 

For Huntly % and Sinclair [|, 

They both plaid the tinclair, 
With confciences black like a era', man. 

Some Angus and Fifemen 

They ran for their life, man, 
And ne'er a Lot's wife there at a' man. 

And ave ran, and they ran, 13 c . 

Then Laurie the traytor, 
Who betray'd his mailer, 
His king and his countrie and a', man, 

* Major William Clephane, adjutant-general to th; 
marquis of Drummond. 

f Alexander Robertfon of Struan ; who, having expe- 
rienced every vicifiitude of life, with a ftoical firmnefs, 
dyed in peace 1749. He was an excellent poet, and has left 
elegies worthy of Tibullus. 

\ Alexander (Gordon) marquis of Huntley, eldeft fon to 
the duke of Gordon, who according to the ufual policy of 
his country, (of which we here meet with feveral other in- 
stances) remained neutral. See Humes Hiftory, vol. p. 



1| John Sinclair efq. commonly called mafter of Sinclair 
eldeft fon of Henry lord Sinclair; was attainted, but after- 

G z 



., — .. .„.. „. i.wiij .u.u -iiuwau , was audiuica, duc arcer- 
ward pardoned, and dyed in 1750. Theeftate was preferved 

tit' courfc. 



( 6 4 ) 

Pretending Mar might 
Give order to fight, 
To the right of the army awa', man f . 
And ive ran, and they ran, l$c. 

Then Laurie, for fear 

Of what he might hear, 
Took Drummonds beft horfe and awa', man., 

Inftead of going to Perth, 

He croffed the Firth, 
Alongft Stirling-bridge and awa' man. 

And <u>e ran, and they ran, £3V« 



* " There was at this time a report prevail'd that one 
Drummond went to Perth under the notion of a deferter from 
he duke Argyle, but in reality acted the part of a fpy, 
and gave his grace intelligence of all the motions of the 
enemy. This man was employed the day of the action, as 
aid de camp, to the lord Drummond, and in that quality, at- 
tended the earl of Mar to receive his orders ; the earl when 
he found his right was like to break the duke's left, fent 
this Drummond with orders to general Hammilton, who 
commanded on the rebels, left to attack the enemy brifkly, 
for that he was like to get the better on the right. But 
Drummond, as they pretend gave contrary orders, and in- 
telligence to general Hammilton, acquainting him that the 
earl's right was broke, and defiring the general to retire 
with all the expedition porlible, and in the beft order he 
could. Upon which general Hammiiton gave orders to 
flacken the attack, which was obey'd. Then the dukes 
right approaching the moft of them gave way without 
ftriking a ftrokc, and thofe who flood were moftly gentle- 
men and officers, who were feverely gall'd by the duke ; 
and they pretend that Drummond, after performing this 
treacherous part, went over to the duke." Campbells Life 
of John Duke of Argyle. p. 204* 



( 6 5 ) 

To London he prefs'd, 

And there he addrefs'd, 
That he behav'd bell of them a', man ; 

And there without ftrife 

Got fettled for life, 
An hundred a year to his fa' man. 

And <we ran, and they ran l$c. 

In Borrowftounnefs 

He refides with diigrace, 
Till his neck Hand in need of a dra', man, 

And then in a tether 

He'll fwing from a ladder, 
[And] go off the flage with a pa', man. 

And <we ran, and they ran, cifc. 

Rob Roy * flood watch 
On a hill for to catch 
The booty for ought that I fa', man, 



* " Among other caufes of the rebels misfortune in that 
day they reckon the part Rob Roy, M. Gregor, acted to be 
one ; this Rob Roy, or [Red] Robert, was brother to the 
laird of M. Gregor, and commanded that clan in his 
brother's abfence, but in the day of battle he kept his men 
together at fome diftance without allowing them to engage, 
tho' they /how'd all the willingnefs immaginable, and 
waited only an opportunity to plunder, which was it feerns 
the chief of his defign of corning there. This clan are a 
hardy rough people, but noted for pilfering, as they lye up- 
on the border of the Highlands, and this Rob Roy had ex- 
ercifed their talents that way pretty much in a kind of 

G 3 



( 6$ ) 

For he ne'er advanc'd 
From the place he was ftanc'd, 
Till no more to do there at a', man. 
And nve ran, and they ran, &c. 

So we all took the flight, 

And Moubray the wright ; 
But Letham the fmith was a bra' man, 

For he took the gout, 

Which truly was wit, 
By judging it time to withdra', man. 

And ive ran, and they ran, &c. 

And trumpet M'Lean, 
Whofe breeks were not clean, 
Thro' misfortune he happen'd to fa' man, 

thieving war he carried on againft the duke of Montroic, 
who had as he alledged cheated him of a fmall feudal 
eftate." Campbells Life of J. D. of Argyk. p. Z05. 

The conduct of this gentleman (who, the hiftnrian 
would not tell us, had a/Turned the furname of Campbell, his 
own being prohibited by aft of parliament) was the more 
farprifing as he had ever been remarked for courage and 
activity. When delired by one of his own officers to go 
and afiift his friends, he is reported to have faid, " If they 
cannot do it without me, they cannot do it with me." It 
is more than probable however that his interference would 
have decided the fortune of that day in favour of his own 
party. " He continued in arms for fome years after, and 
committed great depredations in the mires of Dumbarton, 
jnd Lenox, particularly on the duke of Montrofe's lands, 
defeating feveral detachments lent to reduce him." Boyfe's 
hfi/ioty of the Rebellion. He is in the number of thofe at- 
tainted by parliament. 



( 67 > 

By faving his neck 
His trumpet did break, 
Came off without mufick at a', man*. 
And ive ran, and they tan, &C 

So there fuch a race was, 

As ne'er in that place was, 
And as little chafe was at a', man ; 

From other they 'run' 

Without touk of drum ; 
They did not make ufe of a pa', man. 

And ive ran, and they ran, and they ran, and w£ 
r an, and <we ran, and they ran awa' man. 

SONG XVII. 

\ DIALOGUE BETWEEN WILL LICK-LADLE AND 
TOM. CLEAN-COGUE, TWA SHEPHERDS WHA WERE 
FEEDING THEIR FLOCKS ON THE OCHIL-HILLS ON 
THE DAY THE BATTLE OF SHERIFF-MOOR WAS 
FOUGHT. 

The Chorus to be fung after every verfe, to the tune of 
the Camerons March. 




m 



Pray came you here the fight to fhun; 

* The particulars of this anecdote no where appear. The 
hero is fuppofed to be the fame John M'Lean, trumpet, who 
was fent from lord Mar, then at Perth, with a letter to the 
duke of Aigyle, at Stirling camp, on the 30th of October. 
Vide Original letters, 1730. Two copies, however, printed 
not long after 1715, read, « And trumpet Marine," 



( 68 ) 



i 



zmzziMz 



mil 



Or keep the iheep with me, man? Or was you 



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te 



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at the She-riff-moor, And did the 



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bat -tie fee, man? Pray tellwhilkof the 



9— 



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parties won? For well I wat I fawthem 



^g^Ete^ 



run,Bothfouth and north, when they be-gun,To 



fel^l 



pell and mell, and kill and fell, with mufkets 



E=C ^+E= S=S=% 



s~:E3 



fnell, and piftols knell, And fome to hell, Did 



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"*---.■ 



flee man. La la la la la, &c. 



T. But, my dear Will, I kenna ftill, 
Whilk o' the twa did lofe, man ; 
For well I wat they had good fkill 
To fet upo' their foes, man : 

The red-QQats they are train'd, you fee> 
The clans always difdain to flee, 
Wha then fhould gain the viftory ? 
But the highland race, all in a brae®> 
With a fwiit pace, to the whigs difg*ace, 
Did put to chace 

Theip foes, man. 

IV. Now how diel, Tam, can this be true ? 

I faw the chace gae North, man. 
7". But well I wat they did purfue 
Them even unto Forth, man : 

Frae Dumblain they ran in my own fight, 
And got o'er the budge with all their might* 
And thofe at Stirling took their flight ; 
Gif only ye had been wi' me, 
You had feen them flee, of each degree, 
For fear to die 

Wi' floth, man. 



( 70 ) 

W. My filler Kate came o'er the hill, 

Wi* crowdie unto me, man, 
She fwore (he faw them running flill 
Frae Perth unto Dundee man. 

The left wing gen'ral had na Hull, 
The Angus lads had no good will 
That day their neighbours blood to rpill ; 
For fear by foes that they fhould lofe 
Their cogues of brofe, all crying woes, 
Yonder them goes, 

D'ye fee, man ? 

T. I fee but few like gentlemen 

Amang you frighted crew, man ; 
I fear my lord Panmure be flain, 
Or that he's ta'en juft now, man : 
For tho' his officers obey, 
His cowardly commons run away, 
For fear the red-coats them mould flay ; 
The fodgers hail make their hearts fail, 
See how they fcale, and turn their tail, 
.And rin to flail 

And plow, man. 

W. But now brave Angus comes again, 

Into the fecond fight, man ; 
They fwear they'll either dye or gain, 
Ho foes fhall them affright, man : 
Argyles belt forces they'll withftand, 
And boldly fight them fword in hand, 
Give them a general to command, 



( 7i ) 

A man of might, that will but fight, 
And take delight to lead them right, 
And ne'er defire 

The flight, man. 

But Flandrekins they have no fkill 
To lead a Scottifh force, man ; 
Their motions do our courage fpiil> 
And put us to a lofs, man. 

You'll hear of us far better news, 
When we attack like Highland trews, 
To hafh, and flafh, and fmafh and bruife, 
Till the field tho' braid be all o'erfpread, 
But coat or plaid, wi' corpfe that's dead 
In their cold bed, 

That's mofs man, 

y. Twa gen'rals frae the field did run, 
Lords Huntley and Seaforth, man ; 
They cry'd and run grim death to fhun, 
Thofe heroes of the North, man *: 
They're fitter far for book or pen, 
Than under Mars to lead on men, 
Ere they came there they might well ken 



* *• They [;*. t. the Infurgents] reckon'd likewife thac 
fome Noblemen, and Chiefs from the North did not aft fo 
honeft a part, or at leaft did not jhew fo much courage as 
the zeal they exprefs'd for the caufe required.'" Campb«lls 
Life of J, D. of Argyll, p. 205. 



( 7* ) 

That female hands could ne'er gain lands, 
'Tis Highland brands that countermands 
Argathlean bands 

Frae Forth, man. 

W. The Camefons fcow'r'd as they were mad, 

Lifting their neighbours cows, man. 
M*kenzie and the Stewart fled, 
Without phil'beg or trews, man : 
Had they behav'd like Donalds core, 
And kill'd all thofe came them before, 
Their king had gone to France no more : 
Then each whig faint wad foon repent, 
And ftrait recant his covenant, 
And rent 

It at the news, man. 

T. M'Gregors they far off did Hand, 

Badenach and Athol too, man ; 
I hear they wanted the command, 
For I believe them true, man. 

Perth, Fife, and Angus, wi' their horfe, 
Stood motionlefs, and fome did worfe, 
For, tho' the red- coats went them crofs, 
They did confpire for to admire 
Clans run and fire, left wings retire, 
While rights intire 

Purfue, man. 

W. But Scotland has not much to fay, 
For fuch a fight as this is, 



( 73 ) 

Where baith did fight, baith run away, 
The devil take the mifs is 

That ev'ry officer was not (lain 
That run that day, and was not ta'en, 
Either flying from or to Dumblain ; 
When Whig and Tory, in their ■ fury,' 
Strove for glory, to our for row 
The fad itory 

Hum is. 



SONG XVIII. 

UP AND WAR THEM A', WILLIE. 



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War 'em, ivar 'em, a', Wil - Hie. 

And when our army was drawn up, 
The braveft e'er I faw, Willie, 

We did not doubt to rax the rout, 
And win the day and a', Willie : 

Pipers play'd frae right to left, 
Fy, fourugh Whigs awa', Willie. 
Up and c war, 13 c. 

But when our ftandard was fet up, 
So lierce the wind did bla', Willie, 

The golden knop down from the top, 
Unto the ground did fa', Willie : 

Then fecond-fighted Sandy faid, 
We'll do nae good at a', Willie. 
Up and --war, &c. 

When bra'ly they attack'd our left, 
Our front, and flank, and a', Willie, 

Our bald commander on the green, 
Our faes their left did ca', Willie, 



( 75 ) 

And there the greateft flaughter made 
That e'er poor Tonald faw, Willie. 
Up and war, ISc. 

Firfl. when they faw our Highland mob. 
They fwore they'd flay us a', Willie ; 

And yet ane fyl'd his bieiks for fear, 
And fo did rin awa', Willie : 

We drave him back to Bonnybrigs, 
Dragoons, and foot, and a', Willie. 
Up and ivar, C3f • 

But when their gen'ral view'd our lines, 

And them in order faw, Willie, 
He ftraight did march into the town, 

And back his left did draw, Willie : 
Thus we taught them the better gate, 

To get a better fa', Willie. 

And then we rally'd on the hills, 

And bravely up did draw, Willie : 
But gin ye fpear wha wan the day, 

I'll tell you what I faw, Willie : 
We baith did fight, and baith were beat, 

And baith did rin awa', Willie. 
So there's my canty Highland fang. 

About the thing I faw, Willie *. 

* The copies of this and the preceding fong, fnferted ia 
Johnfons S^ots Mujical Mufcum, contain great variations.. 



( 76 ) 
SONG XIX. 

TRANENT-MUIR*. 
BY MR. SKIRVIN. 

Tune, Gillicrankie. 

T^HE Chevalier, being void of fear, 
Did march up Birfle brae, man, 
And thro' Tranent, e'er he did ilent, 

As fail as he could gae, man : 
While general Cope did taunt and mock, 

Wi' mony a loud huzza, man ; 
But e'er next morn proclaim'd the eock, 

We heard another craw, man. 

The brave Lochielf, as I heard tell, 
Led Camerons on in clouds, man j 

* A field of battle, better known by the name of Pref- 
ton-pans, where prince Charles Stewart, commonly called 
the Young Chevalier, at the head of his Highland army, 
completely routed the Englifh forces, under the command of 
fir John Cope, who was afterward tryed by a court-martial 
for his conduct in this battle, and acquitted. He is faid 
to have left the field in fuch \\aAe that he never once flop- 
ped his horfe, nor looked back, till he got to Haddington, 
which is feven or eight miles oft". This action happened 
Sep. 22d 1745. 

■f Donald Cameron of Lochiel, chief of the Clan Cam- 
eron, a gentleman of great bravery, and of the moft amia- 
ble difpofition. He was wounded at the battle of Culloden, 
and dyed in France colonel of a regiment, which his grate- 
ful mafter had procured him, as a fmall reward and com- 
penfation for his great fervkes and misfortunes, ...... 

1748. 



( 77 ) 

The morning fair, and clear the air, 
They loos'd with devilifh thuds, man : 

Down guns they threw, and fwords they drew 
And foon did chace them aff, man ; 

On Seaton- Crafts they buft their chafts, 
And gart them rin like daft, man. 

The bluff dragoons fwore blood and 'oons, 

They'd make the rebels run, man j 
And yet they flee when them they fee, 

And winna fire a gun, man : 
They turn'd their back, the foot they brake, 

Such terror feiz'd them a', man j 
Some wet their cheeks, fome fyl'd their breekg, 

And fome for fear did fa', man. 

The volunteers prick'd up their ears, 

And vow gin they were croufe, man ; 
But when the bairns faw't turn to earn'ft, 

They were not worth a Ioufe man ; 
Maift feck gade hame ; O fy for fhame ! 

They'd better flay'd awa*, man, 
Than wi' cockade to make parade, 

And do nae good at a', man. 

Menteith * the great, when herfell fhit, 
Un'wares did ding him o'er man ; 

* The minifter of Longformacus, a volunteer; who, 
happening, to come, the night before the battle, upon a 
Highlander eafing nature at Frefton, threw him over, and 
earryed his gun as a trophy to Copes camp. 

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( 78 ) 

Yet wad nae ftand to bear a hand, 

But aff fou faft did fcour, man ; 
O'er Soutra hill, e'er he flood (till, 

Before he tailed meat, man : 
Troth he may brag of his fwift nag, 

That bare him aff fae fleet, man. 

And Simpfon * keen, to clear the een 

Of rebels far in wrang, man, 
Did never flrive wi' piftols five, 

But gallop'd with the thrang, man : 
He turn'd his back, and in a crack 

Was cleanly out of fight man ; 
And thought it befl ; it was nae jefl 

Wi' Highlanders to fight, man. 

'Mangfl a' the gang nane bade the bang 

But twa, and ane was tane, man ; 
For Campbell rade, but Myrie f flaid, 

And fair he paid the kain, man ; 
Fell fkelps he got, was war than fhot 

Frae the fharp-edg'd claymore, man ; 
Frae many a fpout came running out 

His reeking-het red gore, man. 

* Another volunteer Prefbyterian minifter, who faid he 
would convince the rebels of their error by the dint of his 
piftols; having, for that purpofe, two in his pockets, two 
in his holfters, and one in his belt. 

f Mr. Myrie was a ftudent of phytic, from Jamaica ; he 
entered as a volunteer in Copes army, and was aiferably 
m?ngled by the broad-fwordi 



( 79 ) 

But Gard'ner * brave did ftill behave, 

Like to a hero bright, man ; 
His courage true, like him were few 

That ftill defpifed flight, man ; 
For king and laws, and country's caufe, 

In honour's bed he lay, man ; 
His life, but not his courage, fled, 

While he had breath to draw, man. 

And major Bowie, that worthy foul, 

Was brought down to the ground, man ; 
His horfe being ihot, it was his lot 

For to get mony a wound, man : 
Lieutenant Smith, of Irifh birth, 

Frae whom he call'd for aid, man, 
Being full of dread, lap o'er his head, 

And wadna be gainfaid, maji. 



* James Gardiner, colonel of regiment of horfe. 
This gentlemans conduct, however celebrated, does not 
feem to have proceeded fo much from the generous ar- 
dour of a noble and heroic mind, as from a fpirit of religi- 
ous enthufiafm, and a bigoted reliance on the Prefbyterian 
doftrine of predeftination, which rendered it a matter of 
perfett indifference whether he left the field or remained 
in it. Being deferted by his troop, he was killed by a high- 
lander, with a Lochaber ax. 

Colonel Gardinerj having, when a gay young man, at Pa- 
ris, made an affignation with a lady, was, as he pretended, 
not enly deterred from keeping his appointment, but tho- 
roughly reclaimed from all fuch thoughts in future, by an 
apparition, See his Life by Doddridge. 



( 8b ) 

He made fick hafte, fae fpur'd his beaft, 

'Tvvas little there he faw, man ; 
To Berwick rade, and fafely faid, 

The Scots were rebels a', man : 
But let that end, for well 'tis kend 

His ufe and wont to lie, man ; 
The Teague is naught, he never faught, 

When he had room to flee, man. 

And Caddell dreft, amang the reft, 

With gun and good claymore, man, 
On gelding grey he rode that way, 

With piftols fet before, man ; 
The caufe was good, he'd fpend his blood,? 

Before that he would yield, man-; 
But the night before he left the cor, 

And never fac'd the field, man. 

But gallant Roger, like a foger, 

Stood and bravely fought, man ; 
I'm wae to tell, at laft he fell, 

But mae down wi' him brought, man : 
At point of death, wi' his laft breath, 

(Some {landing round in ring, man,) 
On's back lying flat, he wav'd his hat, 

And cry'd, God fave the king, man. 

Some Highland rogues, like hungry dogs, 
Negletting to purfue, man, 



( 8i ) 

About they fac'd, and in great bafte 

Upon the booty flew, man ; 
And they, as gain, for all their pain, 

Are deck'dwi' fpoils of war, man; 
Fow bald can tell how her nainfell 

Was ne'er fae pra before, man. 

At the thorn-tree, which you may fee 

Beweft the meadow-mill, man, 
There mony flain lay on the plain, 

The clan9 purfuing ftill, man. 
Sick uneo' hacks, and deadly whacks, 

I never faw the like, man ; 
Loft hands and heads coft them their deads. 

That fell near Prefton-dyke man. 

That afternoon, when a' was done, 

I gaed to fee the fray, man ; 
But had I wift what after paft, 

I'd better ftaid away man : 
On Seaton fands, wi' nimble hands, 

They pick'd my pockets bare, man ; 
But I wi(h ne'er to drie fick fear, 

For a' the fum and mair, man. 



( 82 J 
SONG XX. 

COPE, ARE YOU WAKING YET? 

Tune of, Fy to the hills in the morning. 



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morn-mg. 

My merry men, come follow me, 
For now's the time I'll let you fee, 
What a happy nation this will be, 
And we'll vifit Cope in the morning. 

'Tis Cope, are you waking yet ? 

Or are you fleeping? I would wit ; 

'Tis a wonder to me when your drums beat,, 

It does not waken you in the morning. 

The Highland men came down the loan, 
With fword and target in their hand, 
They took the dawning by the end, 
And they vifited Cope in the morning. 

For all their bombs, and bomb-granades, 
'Twas when they faw the Highland-lads, 



( «4 ) 

They ran to the hills as if they were calves, 
And fcour'd off early in the morning. , 

For all your bombs, and your bomb-mells, 
'Tis when they faw the Highland-lads, 
They ran to the hills like frighted wolves, 
All purfued by the clans in the morning. 

The Highland knaves, with loud huzzas, 
Cries, Cope, are you quite awa ? 
Bide a little, and fhake a pa, 
And we'll give you a merry morning. 

Cope went along unto Haddington, 
They afk'd him where was all his men j 
The pox on me if I do ken, 
For I left them all this morning *. 

* Variation. 

JOHNY COUP. 

Coup fent a challenge frae Dunbar, 
Charlie, meet me an ye dare, 
And I'll learn you the art of war, 
If you'll meet wi' me in the morning. 

Hey Johny Coup, are ye waking yet ? 

Or are your drums a beating yet? 

If ye were waking I wou'd wait 

To gang to the coals i' the morning. 

When Charlie look'd the letter upon, 
He drew his fword the fcabbard from, 



( 85 ) 



SONG XXI. 

THE CLANS. 
Tune, The Campbels are coming. 



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Come follow me, my merry merry men, 
And we'll meet Jonuie Coup i' the morning. 
Hey Jonnie Coup are ye waking yet, &c. 

Now, Jonnie, be as good as your word, 
Come let us try both fire and fword, 
And dinna rin awa' like a frighted bird, 
That's chas'd frae it's neft in the morning-. 
Hey Jonnie Coup, &c. 

When Jonnie Coup he heard of this, 
He thought it wadna be amifs 
To hae a horfe in readinefs, 
To flie awa' i' the morning. 
Hey Jonnie Coup, &c. 

Fy now Jonnie get up and rin, 
The Highland bagpipes makes a din» 
It's beft to deep in a hale flcin, 
for 'twill be a bluddie morning. 
Hey Jonnie Coup, &c. 



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When Jonnie Coup to Dunbar came, 
They fpear'd at him, where's a' your men ? 
The deil confound me gin I ken, 
For I left them a' i' the morning. 
Hey Jonnie Coup, Sec. 

Now, Jonnie, trouth ye was na blate, 
To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat, 
And leave your men in fie a limit, 
So early in the morning. 
Hey Jonnie Coup, Sec. 

Ah ! faith, co' Jonnie, I got a fleg, 
With their claymores and philabegs, 
If I face them again deil, break my legs, 
So I wilh you a good morning. 
Hey Jonnie Coup, &c. 



In Johnfons « Scots Mufical Mufeum," Edin. 1787, 
&c. is a copy differing very much frcm both. One would 
wifh to know the original, which, perhaps, is now impofli- 

fele. 



( 87 ) 



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The Clans arecom-ing, o - ho, o-ho. 

To fet our king upon the throne, 
Not church nor Hate to overthrow, 
As wicked preachers falfely tell, 
The clans are coming, oho, oho. 
Therefore forbear ye canting crew, 
Your bugbear tales are about for fhew ; 
The want of ftipends is your fear, 
And not the clans, oho, oho. 

We will proteft both church and Hate, 
Tho' they be held our mortal foe ; 
And when Hanover's to the gait, 
You'll blefs the clans, oho, oho. 
Corruption, brib'ry, breach of law, 
This was your cant fome time ago, 

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( 88 ) 

Which did expofe both court and king, 
And rais'd our clans, oho, oho. 

Rouz'd like a lyon from his den, 
When he thought on his country's woe, 
Our brave protector Charles did come, 
With all his clans, oho, oho. 
Thefe lions for their country's caufe, 
And nat'ral prince were never flow ; 
So now they come with their brave prince, 
The clans advance, oho, oho. 

And now the clans have drawn their fword?, 
They vow revenge againft them a', 
That do lift up th' ufurper's arms, 
To fight againft our king and law. 
Then God preferve our royal king, 
And his dear fons, the lovely twa, 
And fet him on his fathers throne, 
And blefs his fubjects great and fma\ 



( s 9 ) 



SONG XXII. 
THE WHITE COCKADE. 



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white cockade. 

I'll fell my rock, my reel, my tow, 
My gude gray mare, and hawkit cow, 
To buy myfel a tartan plaid, 
To follow the boy wi' the white cockade. 
Cho. O he's a ranting roving lad, &c. 



SONG XXIII. 
In HONOUR or the MAYOR of CARLISLE*. 

Tune, Katherine Ogie. 

VE warlike men, with tongue and pen, 

Who boaft fuch loud bravadoes, 
And fwear you'll tame, with fword and flame, 

The Highland defperadoes, 
Attend my verfe, whilft I rehearfe 

Your modern deeds of glory, 

* Thomas Pattifon efq. This city furrendered to the 
chevalier the 15th of November, 1745; and was retaken 
by the duke of Cumberland, on the 31ft of December fol- 
lowing — See the tune, vol. i. p. 15. 



( 9* ) 

And tell how Cope, the nations hope> 
Did beat the rebel tory. 

With fword and targe, in dreadful rage, 

The mountain- fquires defcended ; 
They cut and hack, — alack ! alack !• — < 

The battle foon was ended : 
And happy he who firft could flee ; 

Both foldiers and commanders 
Swore in a fright, they'd rather fight 

In Germany or Flanders. 

Some loft their wits, fome fell in fits, 

Some ftuck in bogs and ditches ; 
Sir John, aghaft, like light'ning part, 

Difcharging in his breeches. 
The blew-cap lads, with belted plaids, 

Syne fcamper'd o'er the border, 
And bold Carlifle, in humble ftile, 

Obey'd their leaders order. 

O Pattifon ! ohon ! ohon ! 

Thou figure of a mayor ! 
Thou blefs'd thy lot, thou wert no Scot, 

And blufter'd like a player : 
What haft thou done, with fword or gun, 

To baffle the pretender ? 
Of mouldy cheefe and bacon-greafe 

Thou much more fit defender. 



( 92 ) 

Of front of brafs, and brain of afs, 

With heart of hare compounded ; 
How are thy boafts repaid with cofts, 

And all thy pride confounded ! 
Thou need'ft not rave left Scotland crave 

Thy kindred or thy favour, 
Thy wretched race can give no grace, 

No glory thy behaviour. 



SONG XXIV. 

Tunc, The clans are coming, oho ! oho ! '• . 

r ET mournful Britons now deplore 

The horrors of Drummoflie-day ; 
Our hopes of freedom all are o'er, 

The clans are all away, away. 
The clemency (b late enjoy'd, 

Converted to tyrannic fway, 
Our laws and friends at once deftroy'd, 

And forc'd the clans away, away. 

His fate thus doom'd, the Scotifh race 
To tyrants lafting pow'r a prey, 

Shall all thofe troubles never ceafe ? 
Why went the clans away, away ? 

Brave fons of Mars, no longer mourn, 
Your prince abroad will make no ftay ; 

* Set before, p. 85. 



( 93 ) 

You'll blefs the hour of his return, 
And foon revenge Drummoffie-day. 



SONG XXV. 

BY ALEXANDER. ROBERTSON OF STRUAN ESQ^ 



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( 94 ) 



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end, With a fa, la, la, la, la, la. 

He fees a champion of renown, 

Loud in the blaft of fame, 
For fafety fcouring up and down, 

Uncertain of his aim ; 
For all his fpeed, a ball from gun 
Could fafler fly than he could run. 

With a fa, la, fcfr. 

Another, labouring to be great, 

By fome is counted brave, 
His will admits of no debate, 

Pronounc'd with look fo grave ; 
Yet 'tis believ'd he is found out 
Not quite fo trufty as he's flout. 

With a fa, la, 13 V. 

An aftion well contriv'd, of late, 

Illuftrates this my tale, 
Where thefe two heroes try'd their fate 

In Fortune's fickle fcale ; 
Where 'tis furmis'd they wifely fought, 
In concert with each others thought. 

With a fa, la, ISc. 

But firft they knew that mountaineers, 
(As apt to fight as eat) 



( 95 ) 

Who once could climb the hills like deers, 

Now fainted without meat ; 
While Englilh hearts, their hunger ftanch, 
Grew valiant as they cramm'd their paunch. 

With a fa, la, &c< 

Thus fortify'd with beef and fleep, 

They waddling fought their foes, 
Who fcarce their eyes awake could keep, 

Far lefs diftribute blows ; 
To whom we owe the fruits of this, 
Infpedl who will, 'tis not amifs. 

With a fa, la, t$c 

Tho' we be forely now oppreft, 

By numbers driv'n from home, 
Yet Fortune's wheel may turn at lafl, 

And Juftice back may come ; 
In providence we'll put our truft, 
Which ne'er abandons quite the juft. 

With a fa, la, fcfr. 

Ev'n let them plunder, kill and burn, 

And on our vitals prey, 
We'll hope for Charles's fafe return, 

As juftly fo we may ; 
The laws of God and man declare 
The fon mould be the father's heir. 

With a fa, la, tSt 



( 96 ) 

Let wretches, flufler'd with revenge, 

Dream they can conquer hearts, 
The fteddy mind will never change, 

'Spite of their cruel arts : 
We ftill have woods, and rocks, and men, 
What they pull down to raife again. 

With a fa, la, &c. 

And now let's fill the healing cup, 

Enjoin'd in facred fong, 
To keep the unking fpirits up, 

And make the feeble ftrong ; 
How can the Iprightly flame decline, 
That always is upheld by wine ? 

With a fa, la, la, la, la, la. 



SONG XXVI. 

AW A, WHIGS, AWAJ 



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whigs, a - wa! Ye're but a pack o' trai-tor 



( 97 ) 



louns, Ye'll do nae gude at a'. 



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pack, o' trai-tor louns, Ye'll do nae gude 
Vol. II. I 



( 93 ) 



at a'. 

Our ancient crown's fa'n in the duft, 
Deil blin' them wi' the ftoure o't ; 

And write his name in his black beuk 
Wha gae the whigs the power o't. 

Cho, Awa, whigs, &c. 

Our fad decay in church and ftate 

Surpafles my defcriving; 
The whigs cam o'er us for a curfe,| 

And we hae done wi' thriving. 
Cho. Awa, whigs, &c. 

Grim Vengeance lang has taen a nap, 
But we may fee him wauken: 

Gude help the day, when royal heads 
Are hunted like a maukin! 

Cfa. Awa, whigs, &c. 



( 99 ) 



SONG XXVII 
WELCOME, CHARLEY STUART 



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welcome, Charley Stu-art, You're welcome, 
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Charley Stuart, There's none fo right as thou 



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thee famous by my quill, Thy foes I'd fcatter, 
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take, and kill, From Billingsgate to Du-art. 

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( ioo ) 



You're wel-come, Sec. 



Thy fympathizing complaifance 
Made thee believe intriguing France; 
But woe is me for thy mifchance, 
Which faddens every heart. 
You're welcome, Sec. 

Hadft thou Culloden battle won, 
Poor Scotland had not been undone, 
Nor butcher'd been, with fword and gun, 
By Lockhart and fuch cowards. 
You're welcome, Sec. 

Kind providence, to thee a friend, 
A lovely maid did timely fend, 
To fave thee from a fearful end, 
Thou charming Charley Stuart. 
You're welcome, Sec. 

Great glorious prince, we firmly pray 
That (he and we may fee the day, 
When Britons all with joy mail fay, 
You're welcome Charley Stuart* 
You're welcome, Sec. 



( ioi ) 

Tho' Cumberland, the tyrant proud, 
Doth thirft and hunger after blood, 
Juft heaven will preferve the good, 
To fight for Charley Stuart. 
You're 'welcome, &C. 

•Whene'er', I take a glafs of wine, 
I drink confufion to the Swine,* 
But health to him that will combine 
To fight for Charley Stuart. 
You're welcome, Sec. 

The miniftry may Scotland maul, 
But our brave hearts they'll ne'er enthrall; 
We'll fight, like Britons, one and all, 
For liberty and Stuart. 
You're welcome, &c. 

Then hafte, ye Britons, and fet on 
Your lawful king upon the throne ; 
To Hanover we'll drive each one 
Who will not fight for Stuart. 
You're welcome, &c. 



* The duke of Cumberland. 

I 3 



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SONG XXVIII. 
Tune, For a' that. 



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Tho' Geordie reigns in Jamie's ftead, 



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look down nor hang my head On rebel whig for 



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weal in health, And will be here for a' that. 



( '03 ) 

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as a' that ; He's far beyond thefeas the night, Yet 



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he'/l be here far a' that 



He's far beyond Dumblain the night, 
Whom I love weel for a' that ; 
He wears a piilol by his fide, 
That makes me blyth for a' that ; 
The highland coat, the philabeg, 
The tartan hofe, and a' that ; 
And tho' he's o'er the feas the night, 
He'll foon be here for a' that. 
' For' a' that, Sec. 



He wears a broadfword by his fide, 
And weell he kens to draw that, 
The target and the highland plaid, 
The moulder-bek, and a' that ; 
A bonnet bound with ribbons blue 3 
The white cockade, and a' that ; 



( io 4 ) 

And tho' beyond the feas the night, 
Yet he'll be here for a' that. 
* For' a' that, &c. 



The whigs think a that weal is won, 
But faith they ma' na' fa' that ; 
They think our loyal hearts dung down, 
But we'll be blyth for a' that.* 
For a' that, &c. 

But O what will the whigs fay fyne, 
When they're mifta'en in a' that, 
When Geordie mun fling by the crown, 
His hat and wig, and a' that ? 
The flames will get baith hat and wig, 
As often they 've done a' that;f 
Our highland lad will get the crown, 
And we'll be blyth for a' that. 
' For' a' that, &c. 



* Half of this ftanza feems to be wanting. 
•J- Alluding, perhaps, to a whimfical practice of king 
George II. which was to kick his hat and wig about the room, 
whenever he was in a paffion. 
Concinet majore foeta pletlro 
■ , quandoque cat 'em furore 

Cejikt circa tbalamum ferire 

Calcegakrum. LoviLlvci 



( io S ) 

O! then your bra' militia lads 
Will be rewarded duly, 
When they fling by their black cockades, 
A hellifh colour truly : 
As night is banifh'd by the day, 
The white fhall drive awa that ; 
The fun fhall then his beams difplay, 
And we'll be blyth for a' that. 
'Fur* a' that, &c. 

SONG XXIX. 

Tune, Allo-ojay-hou/e.* 

f\H ! how fhall I venture, or dare to reveal, 

Too great for expreffion, too good to conceal, 
The graces and virtues that illuftrioufly fhine 
In the prince that's defcended from the Stuart's 
great line ! 

O ! could I extoll, as I love the dear name, 
And fuit my low {trains to my prince's high fame, 
In verfes immortal his glory fhould live, 
And ages unborn his merit furvive. 

But O ! thou great hero, jufl heir to the crown, 
The world, in amazement, admires thy renown ; 
Thy princely behaviour fets forth thy juft praife, 
In trophies more lalUng than poets can raife. 

• See Vol. I, p. 79. 



( io6 ) 



Thy valour in war, thy deportment in peace, 
Shall be fung and admir'd, when divifion fhall ceafc; 
Thy foes in confufion fhall yield to thy fway, 
And thofe who now rule be compell'd to obey. 

SONG XXX. 

CHARMING HIGHLANDMAN.* 



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lad I dare na name; Al-though his back be at 

the \va', Here's to him that's far a-wa'. 
Cho. 



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Hecbbey! my high -land -man! My hand -fame, 

* This fong is fomctimes intitled "Lewis Gor don," and 
diiedled to be fung "To the tune of Tarry woo;'" cf 
which the prefent is poffibly but an alteration. (See Vol. I. p. 
283.) — Lord Lewis Gordon, younger brother to thethen duke 
of Gordon, commanded a detachment for the chevalier, arid 
acquitted himfelf with great gallantry and judgement. He 
dyed in 1754- 



( io 7 ) 



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high-land - men. 

O ! to fee his tartan trouze, 
Bonnet blue, and laigh-heel'd fhoes, 
Philabeg aboon his knee ! 
That's the lad that I'll gang wi\ 
Hech hey ! &c, 

This lovely lad, of whom I fing, 
Is fitted for to be a king ; 
And on his breaft he wears a ftar, 
You'd take him for the god of war. 
Hech hey ! Sec. 

O ! to fee this princely one 
Seated on his father's throne ! 
Our griefs would then a' difapear. 
We'd c.lebrate the Jub'lee year. 
Hech hey ! &C. 



( io8 ) 
SONG XXXI. 

STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT.* 



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Thick - eft night, furroundmy dwell-ing ! 



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Howl-ing tem-pefts, o'er me rave ! Turbid 
tor- rents, win - try fwell - ing, Roar-ing 



by my lone-ly cave. 



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of bafe man - kind, Weft-em breezes 

* Suppofed to mean James, vifcount Strathallan, whofe 
father, vifcount William, was killed, as before mentioned, 
at the battle of Culloden. He cfcaped to France, and is ftill 
living. 



( io 9 ) 



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foft-ly blowing, Suit not my dif 

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trad-ed mind. 

In the caufe of right engaged, 

Wrongs injurious to redrefs, 
Honor's war we ftrongly waged, 

But the heavens deny'd fuccefs : 
Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us. 

Not a hope that dare attend, 
The wide world is all before us— 

But a world without a friend. 



SONG XXXII. 

MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY, 

Tune, Highlander s Lament. 



My Har-ry was a gal-lant gay, Fu* 



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banifh'd far ' away,' I'll ne - ver fee him 

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back a - gain. O for him back a-gain ! 



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ry back a - gain. 

When a' the lave gae to their bed, 
I wander dowie up the glen ; 
i fet me down and greet my fill. 
And ay I wifh him back again. 
O for him, &c. 

O were fome villains hangit high, 
And ilka body had their ain ! 
Then I might fee the joyful fight, 
My Highland Harry back again. 
O for him, &c. 



( III ) 

SONG XXXIII. 

Tune, The Flowers of the Foreft*. 

T 'VE feen the fmiling 
Of Fortune beguiling, 
I've felt all its favours, and found its decay ; 

Sweet was its blefling, 

Kind its careffing, 
But now 'tis fled, — fled far away. 

I've feen the foreft, 

Adorn'd the foremoft, 
With flowers of the faireft, moll pleafant and gay ; 

Sac bonny was their blooming, 

Their fcent the air perfuming ; 
But now they are wither'd and weeded away. 

I've feen the morning 

With gold the hills adorning, 
And loud tempeft ftorming before the mid- day. 

I've feen Tweed's filver ftreams 

Shining in the funny beams, 
Grow drumbly and dark as he row'd on his way. 

O fickle Fortune ! 
Why this cruel fporting ? 

• See before, p. i. This fong is fufpected to allude to 
the conferences of 17 15 or 1745 

K 2 



( H2 ) 

O why flill perplex us, poor fons of a day ? 
Nae mair your fmiles can chear me, 
Nae mair your frowns can fear me, 

For the flowers of the foreft are withered away, 



SONG XXXIV. 

[TO DAUNTON ME.] 

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( "3 ) 



by - try, Good faith, this had li - ken 



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till a daun - ton me. 

But to wanton me, but to wanton me, 

Do you ken the thing that would wanton me ? 

To fee gued corn upon the rigs, 

And banifhment to all the whigs, 

And right reflor'd where right mould be ; 

O ! thefe are the things that wa'd wanton me. 

But to wanton me, but to wanton me, 
And ken ye what maift would wanton mei 
To fee king James at Edinb'rough crofs, 
With fifty thoufand foot and horfe, 
And the ufurper forc'd to flee ; 
Ol this is what maift would wanton me. 



Vol. II. 



( "4 > 



SONG XXXV. 

MACPHERSON'S 'LAMENT'.* 




I've fpentmy time in ri - ot - ing, De - 

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bauch'd my health and ftrength; i've pil-lag'd, 
plundered, mur- der - ed, But now, a - las ! 



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at length, I'm brought to pu - nilh-ment 
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di-reft, Pale Death draws near to me ; This 
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end I ne-ver did projed, To hang 
• No information has occurred refpecting this perfonage, 



( ><S ) 

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up - on a tree. 

To hang upon a tree ! a tree ! 

That curs'd unhappy death 1 
Like to a wolf to worried be, 

And choaked in the breath. 
My very heart would fiirely break, 

When this I think upon, 
Did not my courage lingular 

Bid penfive thoughts begone. 

No man on earth that draweth breath 

More courage had than T ; 
I dar'd my foes unto their face, 

And would not from them fly : 
This grandeur (lout, I did keep out, 

Like Heftor manfullie; 
Then wonder one like me, fo flout, 

Should hang upon a tree. 

Th' Egyptian band I did command, 

With courage more by far 
Than ever did a general 

His foldiers in a war : 
Being fear'd by all, both great and fmall, 

I liv'd molt, joyfullie ; 
O ! curfe upon this fate of mine, 

To hang upon a tree ! 



( II* ) 

As for my life, I do not care, 

If juftice would take place, 
And bring my fellow plunderers 

Unto this fame difgrace ; 
For Peter Brown, that notour loon, 

Efcap'd, and was made free : 
1 curfe upon this fate of mine, 

To hang upon a tree ! 

Both law and juftice buried are, 

And fraud and guile fucceed, 
The guilty pafs unpunifhed, 

If money interceed : 
The laird of Grant, that highland faint, 

His mighty majeftie, 
He pleads the caufe of Peter Brown, 

And lets Macpherfon die. 

The deft'ny of my life contriv'd 

By thofe whom I oblig'd, 
Rewarded me much ill for good, 

And left me no refuge : 
For Braco Duff, in rage enough, 

He firft laid hands on me ; 
And if that death would not prevent, 

Avenged vvou'd I be. 

As for my life, it is but fhort, 
When I mail be no more; 



( H7 ) 

To part with life I am content, 

As any heretofore. 
Therefore, good people all, take heed, 

This warning take by me, 
According to the lives you lead, 

Rewarded you will ba, 



SONG XXXVI. 

MACPHERSON'S FAREWELL. 



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Pherfon's time will not be long, On 

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yon-der gal-lows tree. Sae ranting -ly 



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Be - low the gal-lows tree. 

Oh, what is death but parting breath ! 
- On mony a bloody plain 
I've dar'd his face, and in this place 
I fcorn him yet again. 
Sae rantingly, &c. 

Untie thefe bands from off my hands, 
And bring me to my fword ; 

And there's no man in all Scotland 
But I'll brave at a word. 
Sae rantingly, &c. 

I've liv'd a life of fturt and ftrife; 

I die by treacherie : 
It burns my heart I rauft depart, 

And not avenged be, 
Sae rantingly, &c. 



( "9 ) 

Now farewel, light, thou funfhine bright, 

And all beneath the flty ! 
May coward fhame difdain his name, 

The wretch that dares not die ! 
Sae rantingly, &c. 



SONG xxxvn. 

LEADER HAUGHS AND YARROW. 



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he makes his choice, And with delight goes 



( 120 ) 



thorow, With radiant beams and fil-ver 
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ftreams, Are Leader Haughs and Yar-row. 

When Aries the day and night 

In equal length divideth, 
Auld frofiy Saturn takes his flight, 

Nae langer he abideth : 
Then Flora queen, with mantle green, 

Calls aft" her former forrow, 
And vows to dwell with Ceres fell, 

In Leader Haughs and Yarrow- 
Pan playing on his aiten reed, 

And fhepherds him attending, 
Do here refort their flocks to feed, 

The hills and haughs commending ; 
With cur and kent upon the bent, 

Sing to the fun good-morrow, 
And fwear nae fields mair pleafures yield, 

Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow. 

An houfe there Hands on Leader-fide, 
Suimounting my defcriving, 



( 121 ) 

With rooms fae rare, and windows fair, 

Like Dedalus' contriving ; 
Men pafling by do aften cry, 

In footh it hath no marrow ; 
It Hands as fweet on Leader-fide, 

As Newark does on Yarrow. 

A mile below wha lifts to ride, 

They'll hear the Mavis finging; 
Into St. Leonard's banks fhe'll bide, 

Sweet birks her head o'er hinging : 
The lintwhite loud and Progne proud, 

With tuneful throats and narrow, 
Into St. Leonard's banks they fing, 

As fweetly as in Yarrow. 

The lapwing Iilteth o'er the lee, 

With nimble wing fhe fporteth ; 
But vows fhe's flee far from the tree 

'Where' Philomel reforteth : 
By break of day the lark can fay 

I'll bid you a good -morrow, 
I'll ftretch my wing and mounting fing, 

O'er Leader Haughs and Yarrow. 

Park, Wanton-waws, and Wooden-cleugh, 
The Eaft and Weitern Mainfes, 

The wood of Lauder's fair enough, 
The corns are good in Blainfhes ; 

Vol. II. L 



( 1" ) 

Where aits are fine, and fald by kind, 

That if ye fearch all thorough, 
Mearns, Buchan, Mar, nane better are 

Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow. 

In Burnmill-bog, and Whitflade fhaws. 

The fearful hare fhe haunteth ; 
Brig-haugh and Braidwoodfheil lhe knaws, 

And Chapel-wood frequenteth : 
Yet when fhe irks, to Kaidfly birks 

She rins, and fighs for forrow, 
That fhe fhould leave fweet Leader Haughs, 

And cannot win to Yarrow. 

What fweeter mufick wad ye hear, 

Than hounds and beigles crying ? 
The flarted hare rins hard with fear, 

Upon her fpeed relying : 
But yet her ftrength it fails at length, 

Nae bidding can fhe borrow, 
Iti Sorrel's fields, Cleckman, or Hags, 

And fighs to be in Yarrow. 

For Rockwood, Ringwood, Spoty, Shag, 

With fight and fcent purfue her, 
Till, ah ! her pith begins to flag, 

Nae cunning can refcue her : 
O'er dub and dyke, o'er feugh and fyke, 

She'll rin the fields all thorow, 
Till fail'd fhe fa's in Leader Haughs, 

And bids farewel to Yarrow. 



( 123 ) 

Sing Erflington and Cowdenknows, 

Where Homes had anes commanding ; 
And Drygrange with the milk-white ews, 

'Twixt Tweed and Leader Handing : 
The bird that flees through Reedpath trees, 

And Gledfwood banks ilk morrow, 
May chant and fing fweet Leader Haughs, 

And bormy howms of Yarrow. 

But Minftrel-burn cannot afluags 

His grief while life endureth, 
To fee the changes of this age, 

That fleeting time procureth : 
For mony a place Hands in hard cafe, 

Where blyth fowk kend nae forrow, 
With Homes that dwelt on Leader-fide, 

And Scots that dwelt on Yarrow. 



SONG XXXVIII. 

Tune, Cillia ankle *. 

"yifHEN Guilford good our pilot flood, 

An' did our hellim thraw, man, 
Ae night, at tea, began a plea, 
Within America, man: 



* See before, p. 76. The events and allufions whidi 
form the fubjea of this fong, are too recent and familiar 
to need a comment. 



( "4 ) 

Then up they gat the mafkin-pat, 
And in the fea did jaw, man ; 

An' did nae lefs, in full Congrefs, 
Than quite refufe our law, man. 

Then thro' the lakes Montgomery takes, 

I wat he was na flaw, man ; 
Down Lowrie's burn he took a turn, 

And Carleton did ca', man : 
But yet, whatreck, he, at Quebec, 

Montgomery-like did fa', man* 
WP fword in hand, before his band, 

Amang his en'mies a', man. 

Poor Tammy Gage, within a cage 

Was kept in Bofton-ha', man ; 
Till Willie Howe took o'er the knowe 

For Philadelphia, man : 
Wi' fword an' gun he thought a fin 

Guid chriftian bluid to draw, man ; 
But at New- York, wP knife an' fork, 

Sir Loin he hafhed fma', man. 

Eurgoyne gaed up, like fpur an' whip, 

Till Frafer brave did fa', man ; 
Then loft his way, ae mifty day, 

In Saratoga fhaw, man. 
Cornwallis fought as lang's he doughty 

An' did the buckfkins claw, man ; 
But Clinton's glaive fra ruft to fave, 

He hung it to the wa', man. 



( 1*5 ) 

Then Montague, an' Guilford too, 

Began to fear a fa', man ; 
And Sackville doure, wha flood the floure, 

The German chief to thraw, man : 
For paddy Burke, like ony Turk, 

Nae mercy had at a' man ; 
An' Charlie Fox threw by the box,- 

An' lows'd his tinkler jaw, man. 

Then Rockingham took up the game ; 

Till Death did on him ca', man ; 
When Shelburne meek held up his cheek,- 

Conform to gofpel law, man : 
Saint Stephen's boys wi' jarring noife, 

They did his meafures thraw, man ; 
For North an' Fox united ltocks, 

An' bore him to the wa', man- 
Then clubs an' hearts were Charlie's cartes, 

He fwept the flakes awa', man, 
Till the diamond's ace, of Indian race, 

Led him a fair faux pas, man : 
The Saxon lads, wi' loud placads, 

On Chatham's boy did ca', man ; 
An' Scotland drew her pipe an' blew, 

" Up, Willie, waur them a', man !" 

Behind the throne then Grenville's gone, 
A fecret word or twa, manj 



( »6 ) 

While flee Dundas arous'd the clafs 
Be-north the Roman wa', man : 

An Chatham's wraith, in heav'nly graith, 
(Infpired bardies faw, man) 

Wi 1 kindling eyes cry'd " Willie, rife ! 
" Would 1 hae fear'd them a', man 1" 

But, word an' blow, North, Fox, and Co, 

Gowff'd Willie like a ba', man, 
Till Suthron raife, an' cooft their claife 

Behind him in a raw, man : 
An' Caledon threw by the drone, 

An' did her whittle draw, man ; 
An' fwoor fu' rude, thro' dirt and blood, 

To mak it o-uid in law, man. 



SONG XXXIX. 

BY JAMES THOMSON, ESO^UIRE*. 

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Mull, in their turns, to tyrants fall : 

While thou (halt flourifh great and free, 
The dread and envy of them all. 
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Still more majeflic malt thou rife> 

More dreadful, from each foreign ftroke t 

As the loud blaft that tears the fkies, 
Serves but to root thy native oak. 
" Rule, &c 

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er mall tame : 
All their attempts to bend thee down, 

Will but arroufe thy generous flame ; 
But work their woe, and thy renown. 
« Rule, &c. 

To thee belongs the rural, reign ; 

Thy cities lhall with commerce fhine : 
All thine fhall be the fubjeft main, 

And every more it circles thine. 
« Rule, &c. 

The mufes, Hill with freedom found,. 

Shall to thy happy coafl repair ; 
Bleft ifle ! with matchlefs beauty crown'd, 
And manly hearts to guard the fair. 

" Rule, Britannia, Britannia, rule the waves- 
*' Britons never will be flaves." 




SCOTI8H SONGS. 



CLASS the FIFTH. 



SONG I. 

THE HEIR OF LINNE. 
PART THE FIRST. 

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land, Which was the unthrifty heire of Linne. 

His father was a right good lord> 
His mother a lady of high degree; 

But they, alas ! were dead, him froe> 
And he lov'd keeping companie. 

To fpend the daye with merry cheare*. 

To drinke and re veil every night, 
To card and dice from eve to morne, 

It was, I ween, his hearts delighte.. 

To ride, to runne, to rant, to roare, 
To alwaye fpend and never fpare, 

I wott, an' it were the king him felfe> 
Of gold and fee he mote be bare. 

Soe fares the unthrifty lord of Linne, 
Till all his gold is gone and fpent ; 

And he mun fell his landes fo broad, 
His houfe, and landes, and all his rent. 

His father had a keen ftewarde, 

And John o' the Scales was called hee i 

But John is become a gentel-man, 
And John has gott both gold and fec>. 



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Sayes, Welcome, welcome, lord of Linne, 
Let nought difturb thy merry cheere, 

If thou wilt fell thy landes foe broad, 
Good ftore of gold lie give thee heere. 

My gold is gone, my money is fpent ; 

My lande now take it unto thee : 
Give me the golde, good John o' the Scales, 

And thine for aye my lande mall bee. 

Then John he did him to record draw, 
And John he gave him a gods-pennie ; 

But for every pound that John agreed, 
The land, I wis, was well worth three. 

He told him the gold upon the board, 
He was right glad his land to winne : 

The land is mine, the gold is thine, 
And now lie be the lord of Linne. 

Thus he hath fold his land foe broad, 
Both hill and holt, and moore and fenne, 

All but a poore and lonefome lodge, 
That flood far off in a lonely glenne. 

For foe he to his father hight : 

My fonne, whenne I am gonne, fayd he, 
Then thou wilt fpend thy lande fo broad, 

And thou wilt fpend thy gold fo free : 



( »32 ) 

But fweare me nowe upon the roode, 
That lonefome lodge thou'lt never fpend ; 

For when all the world doth frown on thee, 
Thou there malt find a faithful friend. 

The heire of Linne is full of golde : 

And come with me, my friends, fayd hee, 

Let's drinke, and rant, and merry make, 
And he that fpares, ne'er mote he thee. 

They ranted, drank, and merry made, 
Till all his gold it waxed thinne ; 

And then his friendes they flunk away ; 
They left the unthrifty heire of Linne. 

He had never a penny left in his purfe, 

Never a penny left but three, 
The tone was brafs, and the tone was lead, 

And [the] tother it was white money. 

Nowe well-away, fayd the heire of Linne, 
Nowe well- away, and woe is mee, 

For when I was the lord of Linne, 
I never wanted gold or fee. 

But many a trufty friend have I, 
And why fhold I feel dole or care ? 

He borrow of them all by turnes, 
So need I not be never bare. 



( *33 ) 

But one, I wis, was not at home, 
Another had payd his gold away ; 

Another call'd him thriftlefs loone, 
And bade him fharpely wend his way. 

Now well-away, fayd the heire of Linne, 
Now well-away, and woe is me ! 

For when I had my landes fo broad, 
On me they liv'd right merrilee. 

To beg my bread from door to door, 
I wis, it were a brenning lhame : 

To rob and Ileal it were a finne : 
To work my limbs I cannot frame. 

Now He away to'f'the] lonefome lodge, 
For there my father bade me wend : 

When all the world fhould frown on me, 
I there (hold find a trufty friend. 



JP ART THE SECOND, 

A WAY then hyed the heire of Linne 

O'er hill and holt, and moor and fenne, 
Untill he. came to [the] lonefome lodge, 
That flood fo lowe in a lonely glenne. 

He looked up, he looked downe, 

In hope fome comfort for to winne, 
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( 134 ) 

But bare and lothly were the walles : 
Here's forry cheare, quo' the heire of Linne. 

The little windowe dim and darke 

Was hung with ivy, brere, and yewe 5 

No fhimmering funn here ever Ihone ; 
No halefome breeze here ever blew. 

No chair, ne table he mote fpye, 

No chearful hearth, ne welcome bed, 

Nought fave a rope with renning noofe, 
That dangling hung up o'er his head. 

And over it in broad letters, 

Thefe words were written fo plain to fee : 
" Ah ! gracelefs wretch, haft fpent thine all, 

'* And brought thyfelfe to penurie ? 

" All this my boding mind mifgave, 
" I therefore left this trufty friend : 

" Let it now fheeld thy foule difgrace, 
" And all thy lhame and forrows end." 

Sorely fhent with this rebuke, 

Sorely fhent was the heire of Linne, 

His heart, I wis, was near to braft, 

With guilt and forrowe, fhame and finne. 

Never a word fpake the heire of Linne, 
Never a word he fpake but three : 



( '35 ) 

" This is a. trufty friend indeed, 
" And is right welcome unto mee." 

Then round his neck the corde he drewe, 
And fprang aloft with his bodie : 

When lo ! the ceiling burft in twaine, 
And to the ground came tumbling hee. 

Aftonyed lay the heire of Linne, 
Ne knew if he were live or dead, 

At length he looked, and fawe a bille. 
And in it a key of gold fo redd. 

He took the bill, and lookt it on, 
Strait good comfort found he there : 

It told him of a hole in the wall, 

In which there flood three chefts in-fere. 

Two were full of the beaten golde, 
The third was full of white money ; 

And over them in broad letters 

Thefe words were written fo plaine to fee. 

" Once more, my fonne, I fette thee cleare, 
" Amend thy life and follies palt ; 

" For but thou amend thee of thy life, 
" That rope muft be thy end at lad." 

And let it bee, fayd the heire of Linne ;. 
And let it bee, but if I amend ; 
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For here I will make mine avxnv, 
This reade lhall guide me to the end. 
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Away then went the heire of Linne, 
Away he went with a merry cheare j 

I wis, he neither flint ne flayd, 

Till John o' the Scales houfe he came neare. 

And when he came to John o' the Scales, 

Up at the fpeere then looked hee ; 
There fate three lords at the hordes end, 

Were drinking of the wine fo free. 

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And then befpake the heire of Lirme, 

To John o' the Scales then louted hee, 
I pray thee now, good John o' the Scales* 

One forty pence for to lend mee. 

Away, away, thou thriftlefs loone ; 

Away, away, this may not bee : 
For Chrifts curfe on my head, he fayd, 

if ever I trull thee one pennie. 

Then befpake the heire of Linne, 

To John o' the Scales wife then fpake hee : 
Madame, fome almes on me beftowe, 

I pray for fweet faint Charitie. 

Away, away, thou thriftlefs loone, 
I fwear thou getteft no almes of mee f 



( »57 ) 

For if we mold hang any lofel heere, 
The iirft we wold begin with thee. 

Then befpake a good fellowe, 

Which fat at John o' the Scales his bord : 
Sayd Turn againe, thou heire of Linne ; 

Some time thou waft a well good lord : 

Some time a good fellow thou haft been. 
And fparedft not thy gold and fee, 

Therefore He lend thee forty pence, 
And other forty if need bee. 

And ever, I pray thee John o' the Scales, 

To let him fit in thy companee : 
For well I wot thou hadft his land, 

And a good bargain it was to thee. 

Up then fpake him John o' the Scales, 
All wood he anfwer'd him againe. 

Now Chrifts curfe on my head, he fayd,' 
But 1 did lofe by that bargaine. 

And here I profiler thee, heire of Linne, 
Before thefe lords fo faire and free, 

Thou (halt have it backe again better cheape, 
By a hundred markes, than I had it of thee. 

I drawe you to record, lords, he faicL 
"With that he gave him a gods-pennee : 

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( >38 ) 

Now by my fay, fayd the heire of Linne, 
And here, good John, is thy money. 

And he pull'd forth the bagges of gold, 
And layd them down upon the bord : 

All woe begone was John o' the Scales, 
Soe ffient he cold fay never a word. 

He told him forth the good red gold, 
He told it forth with mickle dinne. 

" The gold is thine the land is mine, 
"And now Ime againe the lord of Linne.'* 

Sayes, Have thou here, thou good fellowe, 
Forty pence thou didft lend mee ; 

Now I am againe the lord of Linne, 
And forty pounds I will give thee. 

Now welladay ! fayth Joan o* the Scales : 
Now well aday ! and woe is my life ! 

Yefterday I was lady of Linne, 
Now Ime but John o' the Scales his wife. 

Now fare thee well, fayd the heire of Linne, 
Farewell, good John o' the Scales, faid hee 

When next I want to fell my land, 
Good John o' the Scales, lie come to thee. 



( 139 ) 
S O N G II. 

THE WEE WEE MAN. 

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He took up a meikie ftane, 

And he flang't as far as I could fee. 

Though I had been ' as' Wallace wight, 
I coudna liften't to my knee. 

O wee wee man, but thou be Arong, 
O tell me where thy dwelling be. 

My dwelling's down at yon' bonny bower, 
O will you go with me and fee ? 

On we lap and awa we rade, 

Till we came to yon bonny green ; 

We 'lighted down for to bait our horfe, 
And out there came a lady fine. 

Four-and- twenty at her back, 

And they were a' clad out in gre?n, 

Though the king of Scotland had been there, 
The warll o' them might ha' been his queen. 

On we lap and awa' we rade, 

Till we came to yon bonny ha', 
Where the roof was o' the beaten gould, 

And the floor was o' the cryflal a'. 

When we came to the flair foot, 

Ladies were dancing jimp and fma' j 

Eut, in the twinkling cf an eye, 
My wee wee man was clean awa', 



SONG HI. 

EDWARD, EDWARD. 



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Zour haukis bluid was nevir fae reid, 

Edward, Edward : 
Zour haukis bluid was nevir fae reid ; 

My deir fon I tell thee, O. 
O, I hae killed my reid-roan fteid, 

Mither, mither : 
O, I hae killed my reid-roan fteid, 

Thaterit was fae fair and free, O. 

Zour fteid was auld, and ze hae gat mair, 

Edward, Edward: 
Zour fteid was auld, and ze hae gat mair, 

Sum other dule ze drie, O. 
O, I hae killed my fadir deir, 

Mither, mither ; 
O, I hae killed my fadir deir, 

Alas ! and wae is mee, O 1 

And quhatten penance wul ze drie for that, 

Edward, Edward r 
And quhatten penance wul ze drie for that ? 

My deir fon, now tell me, O. 
He fet my feit in zonder boat, 

Mither, mither : 
He fet my feit in zonder boat, 

And He fare ovir the fea, O. 

And quhat wul ze do wi' zour towirs and zour ha',. 

Edward, Edward ? 
And quhat wul ze do wi' zour towirs and zour ha^ 
That were fae fair to fee, O ? 



( H3 ) 

lie let thame ftand til they doun fa', 

Mither, mither: 
lie let thame {land till they doun fa', 

For here nevir mair maun I bee, O. 

And quhatwulze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, 

Edward, Edward ? 
And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and ' zour' 
wife, 

Quhan ze gang ovir the fea, O ? 
"The warldis room, late them beg throw life, 

Mirher, mither : 
The warldis room, let them beg throw life, 

For thame nevir mair wul I fee, O. 

And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir, 

Edward, Edward? 
And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir ? 

My deir fon, now tell me, O. 
The curfe of hell frae me fall ze beir, 

Mither, mither : 
The curfe of hell frae me fall ze beir, 

Sic counfeils ze gave to me, O. 



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SONG IV. 

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their deid-ly fae . 

Hie on a hill his caftle ftude, 

With halls and touris a hicht, 
And guidly chambers fair to fe, 

Quhair he lodgit mony a knicht. 
His dame fae peirlefs anes and fair, 

For chaft and bewtie deimt, 
Nae marrow had in all the land, 

Saif Elenor the quene. 

Full thirtein fons to him fcho bare, 

All men of valour flout ; 
In bluidy ficht with fword in hand 

Nyne loft their lives bot doubt ; 
Four zit remain, lang may they live 

To ftand by liege and land : 
Hie was their fame, hie was their micht, 

And hie was their command. 

Great luve they bare to Fairly fair, 

Their Mer faft and deir, 
Her girdle fhawd her middle gimp, 

And gowden glift her hair. 
Quhat waefou wae hir beautie bred ! 

Waefou to zung and auld, 

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( H6 ) 

Waefou I trow to kyth and kin, 
As ftory ever tauld. 

The king of Norfe in fummer tyde, 

Puft up with powir and micht, 
Landed in fair Scotland the yle, 

With mony a hardy knicht : 
The tydings to our gude Scots king 

Came, as he fat ac dyne, 
With noble chiefs in braif aray, 

Drinking the blude-reid wyne. 

" To horfe, to horfe, my ryal liege, 

Zour faes ftand on the ftrand, 
Full twenty thoufand glittering fpears, 

The king of Norfe commands.'' 
Bring me my fteed Mage dapple gray, 

Our gude king raife and cryd, 
A truftier beait in all the land 

A Scots king never feyd. 

Go, little page, tell Hardyknute, 

That lives on hill fo hie, 
To draw his fword, the dreid of faes, 

And hafte and follow me. 
The little page flew fwifr as dart 

Flung by his mailers arm, 
" Cum down, cum down, lord Hardyknute, 

And rid zour king frae harm," 



( H7 ) 

Then reid, reid grew his dark -brown chelks, 

Sae did his dark-brown brow ; 
His luiks grew kene, as they were wont, 

In dangers great to do ; 
He hes tane a horn as grene as glafs., 

And gein five founds fae fhrill, 
That treis in grene wod fchuke thereat, 

Sae loud rang ilka hill. 

His Tons in manly fport and glie, 

Had palt thatfummsrs morn, 
Quhen, lo, down in a grafsy dale, 

They heard their fatheris horn. 
That horn, quod they, neir founds in peace, 

We haif other fport to byde ; 
And fune they heyd them up the hill, 

And fune were at his fyde, 

" Late late zeftrene I weind in peace 

To end my lengthned lyfe, 
My age micht weil excufe my arm 

Frae manly feats of ftryfe ; 
But now that Norfe dois proudly boaft 

Fair Scotland to inthrall, 
Its neir be faid of Hardyknute, 

He feard to ficht or fall. 

*' Robin of Rothlay, bend thy bow, 
Thy arrows fchute fae leil, 

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( H8 ) 

Mony a comely countenance 
They haif turnd to deidly pale : 

Brade Thomas tak ze but zour lance, 
Ze neid nae weapons mair, 

Gif ze ficht weit as ze did anes 
Gainlt Weflmorlands ferfs heir. 

*' Malcom, licht of fute as flag 

That runs in foreft wyld, 
Get me my thoufands thrie of men 

Well bred to fword and fchield : 
Bring me my horfe and harnifine, 

My blade ofmettal cleir." 
If faes kend but the hand it bare, 

They fune had fled for feir. 

" Fareweil my dame fae peirlefs gude," 

And tuke hir by the hand, 
" Fairer to me in age zou feim, 

Than maids for bewtie famd : 
My zoungeft fon fall here remain 

To guard thefe flately towirs, 
And fhut the filver bolt that keips, 

Sae faft zours painted bowirs." 

And firft fcho wet hir comely cheiks, 
And then hir boddice grene, 

Hir filken cords of twirtle twirl, 
Weil plett with filver fchene ; 

And apron fet with mony a dice 
Of neidle-wark fae rare, 



( 149 ) 

Wove by nae hand, as ze may guefs, 
Saif that of Fairly fair. 

And he has ridden owre muir and mofs, 

Owre hills and mony a glen, 
Quhen he came to a wounded knicht, 

Making a heavy mane : 
" Here maun I lye, here maun I dye, 

By treacheries falfe gyles ; 
Witlefs I was that eir gaif faith 

To wicked womans fmyles." 

c« Sir knicht, gin ze were in my bcwir, 

To lean on filken feat, 
My ladyis kyndlie care zoud prove, 

Quha neir kend deidly hate ; 
Hir felf wald watch ze all the day, 

Hir maids a deid of nicht ; 
And Fairly fair zour heart wald cheir, 

As fcho ftands in zour ficht. 

" Aryfe, zoung knicht, and mount zour fleid, 

Full lowns the fchynand day ; 
Cheis frae my menzie quhom ze pleis 

To lead ze on the way." 
With fmylefs luke and vifage wan, 

The wounded knicht replyd, 
Kynd chiftain, zour intent purfue, 

For heir I maun abyde 

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( 150 ) 

To me nae after day nor nicht, 

Can eir be fweit or fair, 
But fune, beneath fum draping trie, 

Cauld deith fall end my care. 
With him nae pleiding micht prevail, 

Braif Hardyknute to gain, 
With faireft words and reafon Itrang, 

Straif courteously in vain. 

Syne he has gane far hyndattowre 

Lord Chattans land fae wyde, 
That lord a worthy wicht was ay, 

Quhen faes his courage feyd : 
Of PicHlh race, by mothers fyde, 

Quhen Picls ruld Caledon, 
Lord Chattan claimd the princely maid, 

Quhen he faift Piclifh crown. 

Now with his ferfs and ftahvart train, 

He reicht a ryfing heicht, 
Quhair braid encampit on the dale, 

Norfs army lay in iicht. 
" Zonder, my valziant fons and fejis, 

Our raging rerers wait, 
On the' uncenquerit Scotti'.h fwaird 

To try with us thair fate. 

Mak orifons to him that faift 
Our fauls upon the rude. 



( '5* ) 

Syne braifly fchaw zour veins ar filld 

With Caledonian blude." 
Then furth he drew his trufty glaive, 

Quhyle thoufands all arround, 
Drawn frae their fheaths glanft in the fun, 

And loud the bougills found. 

To join his king adoun the hill 

In hall his merch he made, 
Quhyle, playand pibrochs, minftralls meit 

Afore him ftately ftrade. 
■« Thryfe welcom, valziant ftoup of weir, 

Thy nations fcheild and pryde ; 
Thy king nae reafon has to feir 

Quhen thou art be his fyde." 

Quhen bows were bent and darts were thrawn, 

For thrang fcarce could they flie, 
The darts clove arrows as they met, 

The arrows dart the trie. 
Lang did they rage and ficht full ferfs, 

With little fkaith to man, 
But bludy, bludy was the field, 

Or that lang day was done. 

The king of Scots that findle bruikd 

The war that luikt lyke play, 
Drew his braid fword, and brake his bow, 

Sen bows feimt but delay ; 



( *S* ) 

Quoth noble Rothfay, Myne I'll kelp, 

I wate its bleid a fkore. 
Haft up my merry men, cryd the king, 

As he rade on before. 

The king of Norfe he focht to find, 

With him to menfe the faucht, 
But on his forehead there did licht 

A fharp unfonfie (haft ; 
As he his hand put up to find 

The wound an arrow kene, 
O waefou chance ! there pinnd his hand 

In midft betwene his ene. 

Revenge, revenge, cryd Rothfays heir, 

Your mail-coat fall nocht byde 
The ftrength and fharp nefs of my dart; 

Then fent it throuch his fyde : 
Another arrow weil he markd, 

It perfit his neck in twa, 
His hands then quat the filver reins, 

He law as eard did fa. 

" Sair bleids my leige, fair, fair he bleids," 

Again with micht he drew 
And gefture dreid his fturdy bow, 

Faft the braid arrow flew : 
Wae to the knicht he ettled at, 

Lament now, quene Elgreid, 



C i*3 ) 

Hie, dames, to wail zour darlings fall, 
His zouth and comely meid. 

" Take aff, take aff his coftly jupe," 

(Of gold weil was it twynd, 
Knit lyke the fowlers net, throuch quhillc 

His fteilly harnefs (hynd) 
'« Take Norfe that gift frae me, and bid- 

Him venge the blude it beirs ; 
Say, if he face my bended bow, 

He fure nae weapon feirs." 

Proud Norfe, with giant body tall, 

Braid moulder, and arms ftrong, 
Cryd, Quhair is Hardyknute fae famd. 

And feird at Britains throne ? 
Tho Britons tremble at his name, 

I fune fall make him wail 
That eir my fword was made fae lharp, 

Sae faft his coat of mail. 

That brag his flout heart coud na byde. 

It lent him zouthfou micht : 
I'm Hardyknute; this day, he cryd, 

To Scotlands king I hecht 
To lay thee law as horfes hufe ; 

My word I mean to keip. 
Syne, with the firft ftrake eir he ftrakt, 

He garrd his body bleid. 

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( 154 ) 

Nc'rfe ene lyke gray gofehawks itaird wyld, 

He ficht with mame and fpyte : 
" Difgracd is now my far famd arm, 

That left thee power to ftryke." 
Then gaif his head a blaw fae fell, 

Jt made him doun to ftoup 
As law as he to ladies ufit 

In courtly gyfe to lout. 

Full fune he raifd his bent bodyv 

His bow he marvelld fair, 
Sen blaws till then on him but darrd 

As touch of Fairly fair : 
Norfe ferliet too as fair as he 

To fe his ftately luke, 
Sae fune as eir he ftrake a fae, 

Sae fune his lyfe he tuke. 

Quhair, lyke a fyre to hether fet, 

Bauld Thomas did advance, 
A fturdy fae, with luke enragd, 

Up towards him did prance ; 
He fpurd his fteid throw thickeft ranks, 

The hardy south to quell, 
Quha ftude unmuiit at his approach, 

His furie to repell. 

" That fchort brown Ihaft, fae meanly tiimd, 
Lukis lyke poor Scotlands geir, 



( 155 ) 

But dreidfull feims the rufty poynt !" 

And loud he leuch in jeir. 
•« Aft Britains blude has dimd its fhyne 

This poynt cut fhort their vaunt :'* 
Syne piercd the boifteris bairded cheik, 

Nae tyme he tuke to taunt. 

Schort quhyle he in his fadill fwang, 

His ftirrip was nae ftay, 
Sae feible hang his unbent knee, 

Sure taken he was fey : 
Swith on the hardened clay he fell, 

Richt far was hard the thud , 
But Thomas luikt not as he lay 

All waltering in his blude. 

With cairles gefture mynd unmuvit 

On raid he north the plain ; 
His feim in thrang of nerceft ftryfe, 

Quhen winner ay the fame : 
Nor zit his heart dames dimpelit cheik 

Coud meife faft luve to bruik, 
Till vengeful Ann returnd his fcorn, 

Then languid grew his luke. 

In thrawis of death, withwallowit cheik, 

All panting on the plain, 
The fainting corps of warriours lay, 

Neir to aryfe again ; 



( 156 ) 

Neir to return to native land, 
Nae mair, with blythfom founds, 

To boift the glories of the day, 
And fchaw thair fhyning wounds. 

On Norways coaft the widowit dame 
May wa(h the rocks with teirs, 

May lang luke owre the fchiples feis 
Before hir mate appeirs. 

Ceife, Emma, ceife to hope in vain, 
. Thy lord lyis in the clay, 

The valziant Scots nae revers thole 
To carry lyfe away. 

There on a lie, quhair Hands a crofs 

Set up for monument, 
Thoufands full fierce that fummers day 

Filld kene waris black intent. 
Let Scots, quhyle Scots, praife Hardyknute, 

Let Norfe the name ay dreid, 
Ay how he faucht, aft how he fpaird, 

Sail lateft ages reid. 

Loud and chill blew [the] weillin wind, 

Sair beat the heavy fhowir, 
Mirk grew the nicht eir Hardyknute 

Wan neir his ftately tower ; 
His towir, that us'd with torches bleife, 1 

To fhyne fae far at nicht, 



( 157 ) 



Seimd now as black as mourning weid, 
Nae marvel fair he fichd. 

" Thairs nae licht in my ladys bowir, 

Thairs nae licht in my hall ; 
Nae blink fhynes round my Fairly fair, 

Nor ward ftands on my wall. 
Quhat bodes it? Robert, Thomas, fay! " 

Nae anfwer fits their dreid. 
" Stand back, my fons, I'll be zour gyde."— 

But by they pail with fpeid. 

" As faft I haif fpsd owre Scotlands faes" — 

There ceift his brag of weir, 
Sair fchamit to mynd ocht but his dame, 

And maiden Fairly fair. 
Black feir he felt, but quhat to feir 

He wift not zit with dreid ; 
Sair fchuke his body, fair his limbs, 

And all the warrior fled. 

SONG V. 

GIL M O R R I C E.* 




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name it wax-edwide; Jt was nae for his 
* See the " Hiftorical EfTay." 

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great rich-es, Nor zethis mickle pride; 



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livd on Carron fide. 

* Quhair falM get a bonny boy, 

That will win hofe and Ihoen ; 
That will gae to lord Barnards ha, 

And bid his lady cum ? 
And ze maun rin my errand, Willie ; 

And ze may rin wi? pride ; 
Quhen other boys gae on their foot, 

On horfe-back ze fall ride.^' 

" O no ! Oh no ! my mailer dear ! 

I dare nae for my life ; 
I'll no gae to the bauld barons, 

For to trieft furth his wife." 
My bird Willie, my boy Willie ; 

My dear Willie, he fayd : 
How can ze ftrive againft the ftream ? 

For I fall be obeyd. 



( 'S9 ) 

But, O my matter dear ! he cryd, 

In grene wod ze're zour lain ; 
Gi owre fie thochts, I walde ze rede, 

For fear ze ihould be tain. 
Hafte, hafte, I fay, gae to the ha', 

Bid hir cum here wi 1 fpeid : 
If ze refufe my heigh command, 

111 gar zour body bleid. 

?* Gar bid hir take this gay mantel, 

"lis a' gowd bot the hem, 
Bid hir cum to the gude grene wode, 

And bring nane bot hir lain : 
And there it is, a filken farke, 

Hir ain hand fewd the fleive ; 
And bid hir cum to Gill Morice, 

Speir nae bauld barons leave." 

" Yes, I will gae zour black errand, 

Though it be to zour coft ; 
Sen ze by me will nae be warn'd, 

In it ze fall find frofi. 
The baron he is a man of might, 

He neir could bide to taunt, 
As ze will fee before its nicht, 

How fma' ze hae to vaunt. 

** And fen I maun zour errand rin 
Sae fair againft my will, 

O 2 



( i6o ) 

JTe mak a vow and keip it trow, 

It fall be don for ill." 
And quhen he came to broken brigue, 

He bent his bow and fwam ; 
And quhen he came to grafs growing, 

Set down his feet and ran. 

And quhen he came to Barnard s ha', 

Would neither chap nor ca' : 
Bot fet his bent bow to his breift, 

. And lichtly lap the wa\ 
He wauld.nae tell the man his errand, 

Though he ftude at the gait ; 
Bot ftraiht inro the ha' he cam, 

Quhair they were fet at meit. 

" Hail ! hail ! my gentle fire and dame ! 

My mefiage winna v.aite ; 
Dame, ze maun to the gude grene wod 

Before that it be late. 
Ze're bidden tak this gay mantel, 

Tis a' gowd bot the hem : 
Zou maun gae to the gude grene wode, 

Ev'n by your fel alane; 

And there it is, a filken farke, 
Your ain hand fewd the fleive ; 

Ze maun gae fpeik to Gill Morice, 
Speir nae b.-mld barons leave." 

The lady ftamped wi' her foot, 
And winked wi' her ee ; 



( i6i ) 

Bot a' that flie could fay or do, 
Forbidden he wad nae bee. 

<f Its furely to my bow'r-woman ; 

It neir could be to me." 
" I brocht it to lord Barnards lady; 

I trow that ze be fhe." 
Then up and fpack the wylie nurfe, 

(The bairn upon hir knee) 
If it be cum frae Gill Morice, 

It's deir welcum to me. 

" Ze leid, ze leid, ze filthy nurfe, 

Sae loud I heird ze lee ; 
I brocht it to lord Barnards lady ; 

I trow ze be nae fhee." 
Then up and fpack the bauld baron, 

An angry man was hee ; 
He's tain the table wi' his foot, 

Sae has he wi' his knee ; 
Till filler cup and 'mazer' diflx 

In flinders he gard flee. 

" Gae bring a robe of your eliding, 
That kings upon the pin ; 

And I'll gae to the gude grene vvode, 
And fpeik wi' zour lemman." 

" O bide at hame, now lord Barnard, 
I warde ze bide at hame ; 

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( 162 ) 

Neir wyte a man for violence, 
That neir wate ze wi' nane." 

Gil Morice fate in gude grene wode, 

He whiffled and he fang : 
" O what mean a' the folk coming ? 

My mother tarries lang." 
Kis hair was like the threeds of gold, 

Drawne frae Minervas loome : 
His lipps like rofes drapping dew, 

His breath was a' perfume. 

His brow was like the mountain fnae 

Gilt by the morning beam ; 
His cheeks like living rofes glow ; 

His een like azure ftream. 
The boy was clad in robes of grene, 

Sweete as the infant fpring : 
And like the mavis on the bum, 

He gart the vallies ring. 

The baron came to the grene wode, 

Wi' mickle dule and care, 
And there he firft fpied Gill Morice 

Kameing his zellow hair : 
That fweetly wav'd around his face> 

That face beyond compare: 
He fang fae fweet it might difpel 

A' rage but fell defpair. 



( i6 3 ) 

" Nae wonder, nae wonder, Gill Morice> 

My lady loed thee weel, 
The faireft part of my bodie 

Is blacker than thy heel. 
Zet neir the lefs now, Gill Morice, 

For a' thy great beautie, 
Ze's rew the day ze eir was born, 

That head fall gae wi' me." 

Now he has drawn his trufty brand, 

And flaked on the ftrae ; 
And thro' Gill Morice' fair body 

He's 'gart' cauld iron gae. 
And he has tain Gill Morice' head 

And fet it on a fpeir ; 
The meaneft man in a' his train 

Has gotten that head to bear. 

And he has tain Gill Morice up, 

Laid him acrofs his fteid, 
And brocht him to his painted bowr, 

And laid him on a bed. 
The lady fat on caftil wa', 

Beheld baith dale and down ; 
And there fhe faw Gill Morice' head 

Cum trailing to the toun. 

« Far better I loe that bluidy head, 

«Bot' and that zellow hair, 
Than lord Barnard, an a' his lands, 

As they lig here aj)d thair.'* 



( i6 4 ) 

And ihe has tain her Gill Moricc, 
And kiffd baith mouth and chin : 

I was once as fow of Gill Morice, 
As the hip is o' the ftean. 

" I got ze in my father's houfe, 

Wi' mickle fin and (hame, 
I brocht thee up in gude grene wode, 

Under the heavy rain ; 
Oft have 1 by thy cradle fitten, 

And fondly feen thee fleip ; 
But now I gae about thy grave, 

The faut tears for to weip." 

And fyne fhe kifid his bluidy cheik, 

And fyne his bluidy chin: 
O better I loe my Gill Morice 

Than a' my kith and kin t 
*« Away, away, ze ill woman, 

And an il deith mait ze dee : 
Gin I had kend he'd bin zour fon, 

He'd neir bin flain for mee." 

'" Obraid me not, my lord Barnard ! 

Obraid me not for fhame ! 
Wi' that faime fpeir O pierce my heart ! 

And put me out o' pain. 
Since nothing bot Gill Morice head 

Thy jelous rage could quell, 



( i6 S ) 

Let that faim hand now take hir life 
That neir to thee did ill. 

" To me nae after days nor nichta 

Will eir be faft and kind ; 
I'll fill the air vvich heavy fighs, 

And greet till I am blind." 
«' Enouch of blood by me's bin fpilt, 

Seek not zour death frae mee; 
I rather lourd it had been my fel 

Than eather him or thee. 

" With waefo wae I hear zour plaint j 

Sair, fair I rew the deid, 
That eir this curfed hand of mine 

Had gard his body bleid. 
Dry up zour teirs, my winfome dame, 

Ze neir can heal his wound, 
Ze fee his head upon the fpeir, 

His heart's blude on the ground. 

" I curfe the hand that did the deid, 

The heart that thocht the ill ; 
The feat that bore me wi' fik fpeid, 

The comely zouth to kill. 
I'll ay lament for Gill Morice, 

As gin he were mine ain ; 
I'll neir forget the dreiry day 

On which the zouth was flam.'* 



f 166 ) 
SONG VI. 

THE YOUNG LAIRD OF OCHILTRIE.* 



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O liften, gude peopell, to my tale, Liften 



to quhat I tel to thee ; The king has taiken 



a poor prifoner, The wanton laird of Ochiltrie. 

Quhen news cam to our guidly queen, 
Sche ficht, and faid richt mournfullie, 

O quhat will cum of lady Margret, 
Quha beirs fick luve to Ochiltrie I 

Lady Margret tore hir yellow hair, 
Quhen as the queen tald hir the faim: 

*' I wis that I had neir bin born, 

Nor neir had knawn Ochiltries naim." 



* It is not eafy to difcover to whom or what period this 
ballad alludes. A lord Ochiltrie, in 1631 was fentenced to 
perpetual imprisonment in Blacknefs caftle, (where he con- 
tinued twenty years,) for calumniating the marquis of 
Hamilton. Bumets «« Memoirs of James and William dukes 
ef Hamilton, "p. 13. 



( i6 7 ) 

Fie na, quoth the queen, that maunna be, 

Fie na, that maunna be ; 
I'll fynd ze out a better way 

To faif the lyfe of Ochiltrie. 

■ / 
The queen fche trippit up the flair, 

And lawly knielt upon hir knie ; 
" The firfl boon quhich I cum to craive 

Is the lyfe of gentel Ochiltrie." 

" O iff you had afkd me cartels or towirs, 
I wad hae gin thaim, twa or thrie, 

Bot a' the monie in fair Scotland 
Winna buy the lyfe of Ochiltrie." 

The queen fche trippit down the flair, 
And down fche gade richt mournfullie : 

" Its a' the monie in fair Scotland 
Winna buy the lyfe of Ochiltrie." 

Lady Margret tore hir yellow hair, 
Quhen as the queen tald hir the faim : 

*' I'll talc a knife and end my lyfe, 
And be in the grave aflbon as him." 

Ah na, fie na, quoth the queen, 
Fie ! na, fie ! na, this maunna be ; 

I'll fet ze on a better way 
To loofe and fet Ochiltrie frie. 



( 1 63 ) 

The queen fche flippit up the flair, 
And fche gaid up richt privatlie, 

And fche has ftoun the prifon keys, 
And gane and fet Ochiltrie frie. 

And fches gien him a purfe of gowd, 

And another of why t monie, 
Sches gien him twa piftoles by's fide, 

Saying to him, Shute quhen ze win frie. 

And quhen he. cam to the queens window, 
Quhaten a joyfou Jhute gae he ! 

** Peace be to our loyal queen, 
And peace be in hir companie !" 

O quhaten a voyce is that ? quoth the king, 
Quhaten a voyce is that ? quoth he, 

Quhaten a voyce is that ? quoth the king ; 
I think its the voyce of Ochiltrie. 

Call to me a' my gaolours, 

Call thaim by thirtie and by thrie ; 

Quhair for the morn at twelve a clock 
Its hangit fchall they ilk ane be. 

'* O didna ze fend zour keyis to us ? 

Ze fent thaim be thirtie and be thrie ; 
And wi thaim fent a ftrait command, 

To fet at lairge zoung Ochiltrie." 



( 1 69 ) 

Ah, na, fie, na, quoth the queen, 
Fie, my dear luve, this maunna be : 

And iff - ye're gawn to hang thaim a'. 
Indeed ze maun begin wi' me. 

The tane was fchippit at the pier of Leith, 
The ither at the Queensferrie ; 

And now the lady has gotten hir luve, 
The winfom laird of Ochikrie. 



SONG VII. 

THE DUKE OF GORDONS DAUGHTER*. 



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Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jean; They would 

* George (Gordon) fourth earl of Huntley, who fucceeded 
his grandfather, earl Alexander, in 1523, and was killed at 
the battle of Corichie, in 1563, had actually three daughter*: 
lady Elizabeth, the eldeft, marryed to John earl of Athoie, 
lady Margaret, the fecond, to John lord Forbes j and lady 
Jean, the youngeft, to the famous James earl of Bothw;H» 
from whom being divorced, anno 1568, me marryed Alex- 
ander earl of Sutherland, who dyed, in 1594, and, I'm vis- 
ing him, Alexander Ogilvie of Boyne. The duki- 

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would go to bonny Aberdeen. 

They had not been in Aberdeen 

A twelvemonth and a day, 
Till lady Jean fell in love with capt.^Dgilvie, 

And away with him fhe would gae. 

Word came to the duke of Gordon, 

In the chamber where he lay, 
Lady Jean has fell in love with capt. Ogilvie, 

And away with him fhe would gae. 

" Go faddle me the black horfe, 

And you'll ride on the grey ; 
And I will ride to bonny Aberdeen, 

Where I have been many a day." 

dom of Gordon was not created till the year 1684; fo that, 
if the ballad be older, inftead of "the duke of Gordon," 
the original reading muft have been '* the earl of Huntley.'* 
As for Alexander Ogilvie, he appears to have fucceeded his 
father, fir Walter Ogilvie, jn the barony of Boyne, about 
3560, and to have dyed in 1606: this lady Jean being 
his firft wife, by whom he feems to have had no iffue. See 
Gordons Hiftory of the Gordons, and Douglas's Peerage, 
and Baronage. 



( 171 ) 

They were not a mile from Aberdeen, 

A mile but only three, 
Till he met with his two (laughters walking, 

But away was lady Jean. 

" Where is your fitter, maidens ? 

Where is your filler, now ? 
Where is your fitter, maidens, 

That (he is not walking with you?" 

" O pardon us, honoured father, 

O pardon us, they did fay ; 
Lady Jean is with captain Ogilvie, 

And away with him fhe will gae." 

When he came to Aberdeen, 

And down upon the green, 
There did he fee captain Ogilvie, 

Training up his men. 

" O wo to you, captain Ogilvie, 
And an ill death thou malt die ; 

For taking to my daughter, 
Hanged thou lhalt be." 

Duke Gordon has wrote a broad letter, 

And fent it to the king, 
To caufe hang captain Ogilvie, 
If ever he hanged a man. 

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( I?* ) 

*' I will not hang captain Ogilvie, 

For no lord that I fee ; 
But I'll caufe him to put off the lace and fcarlet. 

And put on the fingle livery." 

Word came to captain Ogilvie, 

In the chamber where he lay, 
To cart, oft" the gold lace and fcarlet, 

And put on the fingle livery. 

" If this be for bonny Jeany Gordon, 

This pennance I'll take wi' ; 
If this be bonny Jeany Gordon, 

All this I will dree." 

Lady Jean had not been married, 

Not a year but three, 
Till me had a babe in every arm, 

Another upon her knee. 

«« O but I'm weary of wandering ! 

O but my fortune is bad ! 
It fets not the duke of Gordon's daughter 

To follow a foldier lad. 

« O but I'm weary of wandering ! 

O but 1 think lang ! 
It fets not the duke of Gordon's daughter 

To follow a fingle man." 



( 173 ) 

When they came to the Highland hills, 

Cold was the froft and fnow ; 
Lady Jean's fhoes they were all torn, 

No farther could fhe go. 

" O ! wo to the hills and the mountains ! 

Wo to the wind and the rain ! 
My feet is fore with going barefoot, 

No further am I able to gang. 

" Wo to the hills and the mountains ! 

Wo to the froft and the fnow ! 
My feet is fore with going barefoot, 

No farther am I able for to go." 

" O ! if I were at the glens of Foudlen, 

Where hunting I have been, 
1 would find the way to bonny Caftle-Gordon, 

Without either flocking s or fhoon." 

When fhe came to Caftle-Gordon, 

And down upon the green, 
The porter gave out a loud fhout, 

O yonder comes lady Jean. 

*« O you are welcome, bonny Jeany Gordon, 

You are dear welcome to me ; 
You are welcome, dear Jeany Gordon, 

But away with your captain Ogilvie." 

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( 174 ) 

Now over Teas went the captain, 

As a foldier under command ; 
A meflage foon followed after, 

To come and heir his brother's land. 

*' Come home, you pretty captain Ogilvie, 

And heir your brother's land ; 
Come home, ye pretty captain Ogilvie, 

Be earl of Northumberland." 

O ! what does this mean ? fays the captain, 
Where's my brother's children three ? 

" They are dead and buried, 

And the lands they are ready for thee." 

" Then hoift up your fails, brave captain, 

Let's be jovial and free ; 
I'll to Northumberland, and heir my eftate, 

Then my dear Jeany I'll fee." 

He foon came to Caftle-Gordon, 

And down upon the green ; 
The porter gave out with a loudfhout, 

Here comes captain Ogilvie. 

w You're welcome, pretty captain Ogilvie, 
Your fortune's advanced I hear ; 

No ftranger can come unto my gates, 
That I do love fo dear." . 



( 175 ) 

" Sir, the laft time I was at your gates, 

You would not let me in ; 
I'm Come for my wife and children, 

No friendfhip elfe I claim." 

" Come in, pretty captain Ogilvie, 
And drink of the beer and the wine ; 

And thou malt have gold and fdver, 
To count till the clock ftrike nine." 

*' I'll have none of your gold and filver, 
Nor none of your white money ; 

But I'll have bonny Jeany Gordon, 
And fhe mall go now with me." 

Then fhe came tripping down the flair, 

With the tear into her eye ; 
One babe was at her foot, 

Another upon her knee. 

" You're welcome, bonny Jeany Gordon, 

With my young family ; 
Mount and go to Northumberland, 

There a countefs thou fhall be.** 



( 176 ) 
SONG VIII. 

JOHNY FAA, THE GYPSIE LADDY*. 



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* A perfon of this name (John Faw) is faid to have been 
king of the gypfies in the time of James VI. who, about 
the year 1595, iflued a proclamation, ordaining all Sheriffs, 
&c, to aflift him in feizing and fecuring fugitive gypfies, 
and to lend him their prifons, flocks, fetters, &c. for that 
purpofe : charging his lieges not to moleft the faid Faw and 
his company in their lawful bufinefs within the realm, or in 
paffing through, remaining in, or going forth of the fame, 
under penalty : and all fkippers, mafters of fhips, and mari- 
ners to receive him and his company upon their expences 
for furthering them to parts beyond fea. See M'Laurin's 
Remarkable Cafes, p. 774. 

The Faws, Faas, or Falls, were noted thieves in the neigh- 
bourhood of Greenlaw, where fome perfons of that name 
are faid to be ftill remaining. 

In 1677 there happened a marp conflict at Romanno in 
Tweeddale, between the Faws and the Shaws, two clans of 
gypfies, who, on their march from Haddington fair, to fight 
two other gangs, the Baillies and the Browns, had quarrel- 
ed about the divifion of the fpoil. Several were killed and 
wounded on each fide, and old Shaw and his three fons 
foon afterwards taken and hanged. See Pennecuiks De- 
frift'm of thejhire of liveeddak, 4*0. 1715. p. 14. 



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far'd face,They cooft the gla-mer o'er her. 

No particular information has been obtained as to the 
hero of this ballad, but a different and more inaccurate copy 
may pofiibly furnifh us with the rank and title of his mi- 
ftrefs. 

There was feven gypfies in a gang, 
And they was brifk and bonny O, 
And they're to be hanged all on a row, 
For the earl of Castle's* lady O. 
Neighbouring tradition, it is faid, ftrongly vouches for 
the truth of the rtory. 

* Caffilis'. 



( 178 ) 

" Gar tak frae me this gay mantile, 

And bring to me a plaidie ; 
For if kith and kin and a' had fworn, 

I'll follow the gypfie laddie. 

'* Yeftreen I lay in a well-made bed, 

And my good lord befide me ; 
This night I'll ly in a tenant's barn, 

Whatever fhall betide me." 

Come to your bed, fays Johny Faa, 
Oh ! come to your bed, my deary ; 

For I vow and fwear by the hilt of my fword, 
That your lord fhall nae mair come near ye. 

" I'll go to bed to my Johny Faa, 

And I'll go to bed to my deary ; 
For I vow and fwear by what paft yeflreen, 

That my lord fhall nae mair come near me." 

" I'll mak a hap to my Johny Faa, 
And I'll male a hap to my deary; 

And he's get a' the coat gaes round, 

And my lord fhall nae mair come near me." 

And when our lord came home at e'en, 

And fpeir'd for his fair lady, 
The tane fhe cry'd, and the other reply'd, 

She's away wi' the gypfie laddie. 



( l 79 ) 

" Gae faddle to me the black, black Heed, 
Gae faddle and mak him ready ; 

Before that 1 either eat or fleep, 
I'll gae feek my fair lady." 

And we were fifteen well-made men, 

Altho' we were nae bonny ; 
And we were a' put down for ane, 

A fair young wanton lady. 

SONG IX. 
WHA WILL BAKE, ETC. 



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bride, That I bring o'er the dale ?" 

" I will bake your bridal bread, 
And brew your bridal ale ; 

And I will welcome your briflc bride, 
That you bring o'er the dale." 



( i8o ) 

'* But fhe that welcomes my brifk bride 
Maun gang like maiden fair, 

She maun lace on her robe fae jimp, 
And braid her yellow hair." 

" But how can I gang maiden-like, 

When maiden I am nane ? 
Have I not born feven fons to thee, 

And am with child agen ?" 

She's taen her young fon in her arms, 

Another in her hand, 
And (he's up to the higheft tower, 

To fee him come to land. 

" You're welcome to your houfe, mailer, 
You're welcome to your land, 

You're welcome wirh your fair lady, 
That you lead by the hand." 



And ay fhe ferv'd the lang tables, 
With white bread and with wine ; 

And ay fhe drank the wan water, 
To had her colour fine. 

Now he's ta'en down a filk napkin, 

Hung on a lilver pin, 
And ay he wipes the tear trickling 

Adown her cheek and chin. 



( I8t ) 

SONG X. 

YOUNG WATERS. * 



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And the round tables began, A' ! there is cum 

* Dr. Percy tells us it had been fuggefted to him, that 
this ballad covertly alludes to the indifcreet partiality, which, 
queen Anne of Denmark is faid to have fhewn for the eart 
of Murray, and which was fuppofed to have influenced 
the fate of that nobleman. In fupport of this conjecture he 
quotes the following paffage (through the medium of the 
Critical Review) from fir James Balfours MS. annals in. 
the advocates library. " The feventh of Febry, this zeire, 
1592, the earle of Murray was cruelly murthered by the 
earle of Huntley, at his houfe in Dunibriflel in Fyffe- 
fhyre, and with him Dunbar, merifre of Murray.' It 
was given out and publickly talkt, that the earle of Hunt- 
ley was only the inftrument of perpetrating this facie, to 
fitisfie the king's jealoufie of Murray, quhum the queene, 
more rafliely than wifely, fome few days before, had com- 
mendit in the king's hearing, with too m?.ny ep.thets of a 
proper and gallant man. The reafons of thefe fuimifes pro- 
ceedit from a procl.imatione of the kings, the 13 of Marche 
following j inhibitcine the zoung earle of Murray to per- 
fue the earle of Huntley, for his fathers /laughter, in 
refpecl he being wardeit in the caftell of Blacknefle for the 
fame murther, was willing to abide a tryall, averring that 
he had done nothing but by the king's majefties commif- 
fione ; and was neither airt nor part in the murther." 



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to our king's court Mony a well-favord man. 

The queen luikt owre the caftle wa, 

Beheld baith dale and down, 
And there fhe faw Zoung Waters 

Cum riding to the town. 

His footmen they did rin before, 

His horfemen rade behinde, 
And mantel of the burning gowd 

Did keep him frae the wind. 

Gowden graith'd his horfe before, 

And filler mod behind, 
The horfe Zoung Waters rade upon 

Was fleeter than the wind. 

Out then fpack a wylie lord, 

Unto the queen faid he, 
O tell me qhua's the faireft face 

Rides in the company. 

" I've fene lord, and I've fene laird, 

And knights of high degree, 
Bot a fairer face than Zoung Waters 

Mine eyne did never fee." 



( i8 3 ) 

Out then fpack the jealous king, 
( And an angry man was he) 

O, if he had bin twice as fair, 
Zou micht have excepted me. 

Zou're neither laird nor lord, fhe fays, 
Bot the king that wears the crown ; 

There's not a knight in fair Scotland 
Bot to thee maun bow down. 

For a that fhe coud do or fay, 
Appeas'd he wad nae bee ; 

Bot for the words which fhe had faid 
Zoung Waters he maun die. 

They hae taen Zoung Waters, and 

Put fetters to his feet ; 
They hae taen Zoung Waters, and 

Thrown him in dungeon deep. 

Aft I have ridden thro' Stirling town, 
In the wind bot and the weit ; 

Bot I neir rade thro' Stirling town 
Wi fetters at my feet. 

Aft I have ridden thro' Stirling town 
In the wind bot and the rain ; 

Bot I neir rade thro' Stirling town. 
Neir to return again. 

Q.2 



( 1*4- ) 

They hae taen to the heiding-hill 
His zoung foil in his craddle ; 

And they hae taen to the heiding-hill 
His horfe bot and his faddle. 

They hae taen to the heiding-hill 

His lady fair to fee. 
And for the words die queen had fpoke, 

Zoung Waters he did die. 

SONG XI. 

THE CRUEL KNIGHT. 



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lady, Defiring him to byde. 

« c How can I byde, how dare I byde, 
How can I byde with thee ? 

Have I not kill'd thy ae brother ? 
Thou hadft naemair but he." 



( 1 85 ) 

" If you have kill'd my ae brother, 

Alas ! and woe is me ! 
But if I fave your fair body, 

The better you'll like me." 

She's tane him to her fecret bower, 

Pinn'd with a fdler pin ; 
And fhe's up to her higheft tower, 

To watch that none come in. 

She had na well gane up the ftair, 

And entered in her tower, 
When four-and-twenty aimed knights 

Came riding to the door. 

«« Now, • God you fave, my fair lady, 

1 pray you tell to me, 
Saw you not a wounded knight, 

Come riding by this way ?" 

" Yes ; bloody, bloody was his fword, 

And bloody were his hands; 
But if the fteed he rides be good, 

He's paft fair Scotland's ftrands. 

Light down, light down, then, gentlemen, 
And take fome bread and wine ; 

The better you will him purfue, 
When you fhall lightly dine." 
CL3 



( 186 ) 

" We thank you for your bread, lady, 
We thank you for your wine ; 

I would gie thrice three thoufand pounds 
Your fair body was mine." 

Then fhe's gane to her fecret bower, 

Her hufband dear to meet ; 
But out he drew his bloody fword, 

And wounded her * fae' deep. 

** What aileth thee now, good my lord, 

What aileth thee at me ? 
Have you not got my father's gold, 

But and my mother's fee ?" 

♦« Now live, now live, my fair lady, 

O live but half an hour ; 
There's ne'er a leech in fair Scotland, 

But fhall be at thy bower." 

" How can I live, how fhall I live, 

How can I live for thee ? 
See you not where my red heart's blood 

Runs trickling down my knee ?" 



( i87 ) 
SONG XIL 

LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET.* 



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Lord Thomas and fair Annet Sate a'day on 



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They had not talkt their fill. 

Lord Thomas faid a word in jeft, 

Fair Annet took it ill : 
" A' ! I will nevir wed a wife 

Againft my ain friends will." 

'* Gif ye wull nevir wed a wife, 

A wife wull neir wed yee." 
Sae he is hame to tell his mither, 

And knelt upon his knee : 

* This ballad, it is obfcrved by the editor of the «« Re- 
liques of ancient Englifti poetry," feerns to be compofed (not 
without improvements) out of two ancient Englifh onts 
printed in that collection, viz. " Lord Thomas and fair Elli- 
nor," and " Fair Margaret and Sweet William." 



( 188 ) 

O rede, O rede, mither, he fays, 
A gude rede gie to mee : 

fall I tak the nut browne bride, 
And let faire Annet bee ? 

" The nut-browne bride haes gowd and gear, 

Fair Annet fhe has gat nane ; 
And the little beauty fair Annet has, 

O it wull foon be gane !" 

And he has till his brother gane : 

Now, brother, rede ye mee ; 
A' fall I marrie the nut-browne bride, 

And let fair Annet bee ? 

*' The nut-browne bride has oxen, brother, 
The nut-browne bride has kye ; 

1 wad hae ye marrie the nut-browne bride, 

And call fair Annet bye." 

" Her oxen may dye i' the houfe, Billie, 

And her kye into the byre ; 
And I fall hae nothing to my fell, 

Bot a fat fadge by the fyre." 

And he has till his filler gane : 

Now, filler, rede ye me ; 
O fall I marrie the nut-browne bride, 

And fet fair Annet free ? 



( i8 9 ) 

" Ife rede ye tak fair Annet, Thomas, 
And let the browne bride alane ; 

Left ye fould figh and fay, Alace ! 
What is this we brought hame ?" 

** No, I will tak my mithers counfel, 
And marrie me owt o' hand ; 

And I will tak the nut -browne bride; 
Fair Annet may leive the land." 

Up then rofe fair Annets father 

Twa hours or it wer day, 
And he is gane into the boiver, 

Wherein fair Annet lay. 

Rife up, rife up, fair Annet, he fay3, 

Put on your filken fheene ; 
Let us gae to St. Maries kirke, 

And fee that rich weddeen. 

" My maides, gae to my dreffing roome, 

And drefs to me my hair, 
Whair-eir yee laid a plait before, 

See yee lay ten times mair." 

My maids, gae to my dreffing room, 

And drefs to me my fmock ; 
The one half is o' the holland fine. 

The other o' needle-work.'* 



( 19° ) 

The horfe fair Annet rade upon, 

He amblit like the wind, 
Wi' filler he was fhod before, 

Wi' burning gowd behind. 

Four and twanty filler bells 

Wer a' tyed till his mane, 
And, « at ae' tift o' the norland wind, 

They tinkled ane by ane. 

Four and twanty gay gude knichts 

Rade by fair Annets fide, 
And four and twanty fair ladies, 

As gin flie had bin a bride. 

And whan fhe cam to Maries kirk, 

She fat on Maries ftean ; 
The cleading that fair Annet had on 

It fkinkled in their een. 

And whan fhe cam into the kirk, 
She fhimmer'd like the fun ; 

The belt that was about her waift, 
Was a' wi' pearles bedone. 

She fat her by the nut-browne bride, 
And her een they wer fae clear, 

Lord Thomas he clean forgat the bride, 
When fair Annet fhe drew near. 



( i9« ) 

He had a rofe into his hand, 

And he gave it kiffes three, 
And, reaching it by the nut-browne bride, 

Laid it on fair Annets knee. 

Up than fpak the nut-browne bride, 

She fpak wi' meikle fpite ; 
And whair gat ye that rofe-water, 

That -does mak yee fae white ? 

" O I did get ' that' rofe-water, 

Whair ye wull neir get nane, 
For I did get that very rofe-water, 

Into my mithers warne," 

The bride fhe drew a long bodkin, 

Frae out her gay head-gear, 
And ftrake fair Annet unto the heart, 

That word fhe nevir fpak mair. 

Lord Thomas he faw fair Annet wex pale, 
And marvelit what mote bee : 

But whan he faw her dear hearts blude, 
A' wood- wroth wexed hee. 

He drew his dagger, that was fae fharp, 

That was fae fharp and meet, 
And drave it into the nut-browne bride, 

That fell deid at his feit, 



( i9 2 ) 

Now flay for me, dear Annet, he fed, 

Now flay, my dear, he cry'd; 
Then ftrake the dagger untill his heart, 

And fell deid by her fide. 

Lord Thomas was buried without the kirk-wa*, 

Fair Annet within the quiere ; 
And o' the tane thair grew a birk, 

The other a bonny briere. 

And ay they grew, and ay they threw, 

As they wad faine be neare ; 
And by this ye may ken right weil, 

They were twa luvers deare. 

SONG XIII. 
WILLY AND ANNIT. 



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( '93 ) 

And we will fail the fea fae green. 

Unto fome far countrie, 
Or we'll fail to fome bonnie ifle 

Stands lanely midft the fea." 

But lang or ere the fchip was built, 

Or deck'd, or rigged out, 
Came fick a pain in Annet's back, 

That down fhe cou'd na lout. 

*' Now, Willie, gif ye luve me weel, 

As fae it feems to me, 
O hafte, hafte, bring me to my bow'r, 

And my bow'r-maidens three." 

He's taen her in his arms twa, 
And kifs'd her cheik and chin ; 

He's brocht her to her ain fweet bow'r. 
But nae bow'r-maid was in. 

Now, leave my bower, Willie, fhe faid. 

Now leave me to my lane ; 
Was nevir man in a lady's bower 

When me was travelling. 

He's ftepped three fteps down the ftair, 

Upon the marble ftane, 
Sae loud's he heard his young fon's greet, 

But and his lady's mane ! 
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( »94 ) 

Now come, now come, Willie, Ihe faid, 
Tak your young fon frae me, 

And hie him to your mother's bower 
With fpeed and privacies 

He's taen his young fon in his arms, 
He's kifs'd him cheik and chin, 

He's hied him to his mother's bower 
By th' ae light of the moon. 

And with him came the bold barone, 

And he fpake up wi' pride, 
'* Garfeek, gar feek the bower-maidens, 

Gar buflc, gar buik the bryde." 

** My maidens, eafy with my back, 

And eafy with my fide ; 
O fet my faddle faft, Willie, 

I am a tender bryde." 

When ihe came to the burrow town, 
They gied her a broach and ring ; 

And when ihe came to * * * * 
They had a fair wedding. 

O up then fpake the Norland lord, 

And blinkit wi' his ee, 
" I trow this lady's born a bairn ;** 

Then laucht loud laughters three. 



( 195 ) 

And up then fpake the briflt bridegroom., 

And he fpake up wi' pryde, 
" Gin I Ihould pawn my wedding-gloves, 

I will dance wi' the bryde." 

Now had your tongue, my lord, me faid, 

Wi' dancing let me be ; 
I am fae thin in flefh and blude, 

Sma' dancing will ferve me. 

But (he's taen Willie be the hand, 

The tear blinded her ee, 
(c But I wad dance wi' my true luve— 

But burfts my heart in three." 

She's taen her bracelet frae her arm, 

Her garter frae her knee, 
" Gie that, gie that to my young fon, 

He'll ne'<er his mother fee.'* 



" Gar deal, gar deal the bread, mother, 
Gar deal, gar deal the wyne ; 

This day hath feen my true luve's death* 
This nicht fhall witnefs myne." 



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SONG XIV. 

BONNY BARBARA ALLAN. 



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country Fell in love with Barbara Allan. 

He fent his man down through the town, 
To the place where me was dwelling: 

*' O hafle and come to my mafter dear. 
Gin ye be Barbara Allan." 

O hooly, hooly rofe fhe up, 

To the place where he was lying ; 

And when me drew the curtain by, 
" Young man, 1 think you're dying." 



( »97 ) 

« c O its I'm fick, and very very Tick, 

And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan." 
** O the better for me ye's never be, 

Tho' your heart's blood were a fpilling. " 

O dinna yc mind, young man, faid fhe, 
When ye was in the tavern a drinking, 

That ye made the healths gae round and round, 
And flighted Barbara Allan ? 

He turn'd his face unto the wall, 
And death was with him dealing : 

" Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, 
And be kind to Barbara Allan." 

And flowly, flowly raife fhe up, 

And flowly, flowly left him ; 
And fighing, faid, fhe cou'd not flay, 

Since death of life had reft him. 

She had not gane a mile but twa, 

When fhe heard the dead-bell ringing, 

And every jow that the dead-bed geid. 
It cry'd, Woe to Barbara Allan. 

" O mother, mother, make my bed, 

O make it faft and narrow ; 
Since my love died for me to-day, 

I'll die for him to-morrow* " 
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SONG XV. 

HERO AND LEANDER. 



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winds did blow. 

Then calling round his eyes, 

Thus of his fate he did complain : 
Ye cruel rocks and flcies ! 

Ye ftormy winds, and angry main ! 

What 'tis to mifs 

The lover's blifs, 
Alas ! ye do not know ; 

Make me your wreck 

As I come back, 
But fpare me as I go. 

Lo. ! yonder Hands the tower 

Where my beloved Hero lyes, 
And this is the appointed hour 

Which fets to watch her longing eyes 

To his fond fuit 

The gods were mute ; 
The billows anfwer, No : 

Up to the flcies 

The furges rife, 
But funk the youth as low. 



( 200 ) 

Mean while the wilhing maid, 
Divided 'twixt her care and love, 

Now does his ftay upbraid, 

Now dreads he fhou'd the paflage prove 

fate ! faid me, 
Nor heaven, nor thee, 

Our vows mall e'er divide ; 

I'd leap this wall, 

Could I but fall 
By my Leander's fide. 

At length the rifing fun 

Did to her fight reveal, too late, 
That Hero was undone ; 

Not by Leander's fault, but fate. 
Said lhe, I'll mew, 
Tho' we are two, 
Our loves were ever one : 

This proof I'll give, 

1 will not live, 
Nor mail he die alone. 

Down from the wall ihe leapt 
Into the raging feas to him, 
Courting each wave fhe met 

To teach her weary'd arms to fwim : 
The fea-gods wept, 
Nor longer kept 



( 201 ) 

Her from her lover's fide ; 
Whenjoin'd at laft, 
She grafp'd him faft, 

Then figh'd, embrac'd, and died. 



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SWEET WILLIAM'S GHOST. 



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" Is that my father Philip ? 

Or is't my brother John ? 
Or is't my true love Willy, 

From Scotland new come home ?" 



( 202 ) 

« 'Tis not thy father Philip, 

Nor yet thy brother John ; 
But 'tis thy true love Willy, 

From Scotland new come home. 

O fvveet Marg'ret ! O dear Marg'ret ! 

I pray thee fpeak to me ; 
Give me my faith and troth, Marg'ret, 

As I gave it to thee." 

« Thy faith and troth thou's never get, 

Nor yet will I thee lend, 
Till that thou come within my bower, 

And kifs my cheek and chin." 

«* If I lhou'd come within thy bower, 

I am no earthly man ; 
And lhou'd I kifs thy rofy lips, 

Thy days will not be lang. 

O fweet Marg'ret ! O dear Marg'ret ! 

I pray thee fpeak to me ; 
Give me my faith and troth, Marg'ret, 

As I gave it to thee." 

** Thy faith and troth thou's never get, 

Nor yet will I thee lend, 
Till you take me to yon kirk-yard, 

And wed me with a ring." 



( 203 ) 

" My bones are buried in yon kirk-yard. 

Afar beyond the fea ; 
And it is but my fpirit, Marg'ret, 

That's now fpeaking to thee." 

She flretch'd out her lilly-white hand, 

And for to do her belt, 
" Hae, there's your faith and troth, Willy, 

God fend your foul good reft." 

Now (he has kilted her robes of green 

A piece below her knee, 
And a' the live-lang winter night 

The dead corp followed fhe. 

" Is there any room at your head, Willy . ? 

Or any room at your feet ? 
Or any room at your fide, Willy, 

Wherein that I may creep ?" 

" There's no room at my head, Marg'ret, 

There's no room at my feet ; 
There's no room at my fide, Marg'ret, 

My coffin's made fo meet. 

Then up and crew the red red cock, 

And up then crew the gray : - . 
" 'Tis time, 'tis time, my dear Marg'ret, 

That you were going away." 



( 204 ) 

No more the ghoft to Marg'ret faid. 

But with a grievous groan, 
Evanifli'd in a cloud of milt, 

And left her all alone. 

O ftay, my only true love, flay, 

The conftant Marg'ret cry'd ; 
Wan grew her cheeks, fhe clos'd her een, 

Stretch'd her foft limbs and dy'd. * 

SONG XVII. 

WILLIAM AND MARGARET, f 

BY DAVID MALLET, ESQUIRE. 



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* The two laft ftanzas were probably added by Ramfay : 
they are evidently fpurious. 

-f The following account of this beautiful ballad is given 
by the author in his Works : 

*« N. B. In acomedy of Fletcher, called The Knlgbt 
of the burning pejik, old Merry-Thovght enters repeating 
the following verfes : 



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and flood at William's feet. 

Her face was like an April-morn, 

Clad in a wintry cloud : 
And clay-cold was her lilly hand, 

That held her fable fhroud. 

So fhall the faireft face appear, 
When youth and years are flown : 

" This was, probably, the beginning of fome ballad, com- 
monly known, at the time when that author wrote ; and it 
is all of it, I believe, that is any where to be met with. 
Thefe lines, naked of ornament and fimple as they are, 
ftruck my fancy : and, bringing freihinto my mind an un- 
happy adventure, much talked of formerly gave birth to the 
fore going poem ; which was written many years ago." 

The entire ballad of which the above ftanza had fo fortu- 
nate an effect may be found in Dr. Percys Reliaues, vol. iii. 
and the Sdeft colleflion of Engljh fangs, vol. ii. The " un- 
happy adventure," here alluaed to, was the real hiftory of 
a young lady, whofe hand having been fcornfully rejected by 
her infolent feducer, '' the news was brought her when in a 
weak condition, and caft her into a fever. And in a few 
days after, I," fays Mr. Mallet, " faw her and her child 
laid in one grave together." See the Plain Dealer (a perio- 
dical paper, publilhed by Mr. Aaron Hill and Mr. Bond, in 
1724, and afterward reprinted in two vols. 8vo.) Nos. 
36 and 46. 

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( 206 ) 

Such is the robe that kings rauft wear, 
When death has reft their crown. 

Her bloom was like the fpringing flower, 

That fips the filver dew ; 
The rofe was budded in her cheek, 

Juft opening to the view. 

But Love had, like the canker-worm, 

Confum'd her early prime : 
The rofe grew pale, and left her cheek ; 

She dy'd before her time. 

Awake ! lhe cry'd, thy true love calls, 
Come from her midnight-grave j 

Now let thy pity hear the maid, 
Thy love refusM to fave. 

This is the dumb and dreary hour, 
When injur'd ghoils complain ; 

When yauning graves give up their dead, 
To haunt the faithlefs fwain. 

Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, 
Thy pledge and broken oath : 

And give me back my maiden-vow, 
And give me back my troth. 

Why did you promife love to me, 
And not that promife keep ? 



( 207 ) 

"Why did you fwear my eyes were bright, 
Yet leave thofe eyes to weep ? 

How could you fay my face wa$ fair, 

And yet that face forfalce ? 
How could you win my virgin heart, 

Yet leave that heart to break ? 

Why did you fay my lip 'was' fweet, 

And made the fcarlet pale ? 
Why did I, young witlefs maid ! 

Believe the flattering tale ? 

That face, alas ! no more is fair; 

Thofe lips no longer red : 
Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, 

And every charm is fled. 

The hungry worm my filler is ; 

This winding- fheet I wear : 
And cold and weary lafts our night, 

Till that laft morn appear. 

But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence ; 

A long and late adieu 1 
Come, fee, falfe man, how low ftie lies, 

Who dy'd for love of you. 

The lark fung loud ; the morning fmiPd, 
With beams of rofy red : 



( 208 ) 

Pale William quak'd in every limb, 
And raving left his bed. 

He hy'd him to the fatal place 

Where Margaret's body lay : 
And ilretch'd him on the grafs-green turf, 

That wrap'd her breathlefs clay. 

And thrice he call'd on Margaret's name. 

And thrice he wept full fore : 
Then laid his cheek to her cold crave, 

And word fpolce never more. 




INDEX. 



ACOCK laird, fou cadgie 
A friend of mine came here yeftreen 
A hoary fwain, inur'd to care 
A lafs that was * laden' with care 
A youth adorn'd with every art 
About Zule, quhen the wind blew cule 
Achcu, ye dreams that fmoothly glide 
Ah ! gaze not on thofe eyes ! Forbear 
Ah ! the [poor] (hepherd's mournful fate 
Alas ! my fon, you little know 
Alas ! when charming Sylvia's gone 
And ye fall walk in filk attire; 
Ann thou wcrt my ain thing 
As I came in by Achendown 
As I came in by Tiviot fide 
As I was a walking ae May morning 
As I was walking all alone 
As Sylvia in a forcft lay 
As walking forth to view the plain 
Auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen 
Awa, Whigs, awa' 
Awake, my love; with genial ray 
Ay waking oh 

Balow, my boy, ly ftill and flcep 
Be mirry, brethcrenc, anc and all 
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INDEX. 

Beneath a green made, a lovely young fwain 

Blyth, Myth, blyth was ihe 

Bulk ye, bulk ye, my bony bony bride 

But are ye lure the news is true ? 

By Pinky houfe oft let me walk. 

Care, away go thou from me 
Carl, an the king come 
Clavers and his high'andmen 
Coming through the broom at e'en 
Cope lent a challenge from Dunbar 

Did ever fwain a nymph adore 

Down in yon meadow a couple did tarrie 

Duncan's coming, Donald's coming 

Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean 
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and ftrong 
For ever, Fortune ! wilt thou prove 
For the lack of gold (lie's left me, O 
From anxious zeal and factious ftrife 
Fy let us all to the briddel 

Get up, guide wyfe, don on your claife 

Gil Morrice was an erles fon 

Gilderoy was a bonny boy 

Go, plaintive founds, and to the fair 

Good morrow, fair miftrefs, the beginner of 

Hatkcn, and I will tell you how 
Hear me, ye nymphs, and every fwain 
Here awa', there awa', here awa' Willie 
Here's a health to all brave Englilh lads 



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INDEX 



How blyth ilk morn was I to fee 
How happy is the rural clown 

I am a batchelor winfome 

I chane'd to meet an airy blade 

I ha'e laid a herring in fa't 

He (ing you a long, my brave boys 

I lo'e na a laddie but ane 

I mak it kend.he that will fpend 

I've heard of a lilting at our ewes milking 

I've feen the fmiling 

I've fpent my time in rioting 

I wiih I were where Helen lies ! 

In April, when primrofes paint the fweet plain 

In fimmer I mawed my meadow 

In the land of Fife there liv'd a wicked wife 

In winter when the rain rain'd cauld 

Jocky faid to Jeany, Jcany, wilt thou do't ? 

It fell about the Martinmas 

It fell about the Martinmas time 

It was in and about the Martinmas time 

It was in old times, when trees compos'd 

Late in an evening forth I went 
Leander on the bay 
Let mournful Britons now deplore 
Lithe and liften, gentlemen 
Little wat ye wha's coming 
Liv'd ance twa luvers in yon dale 
Look where my dear Hamilla fmiles 
Lord Thomas and fair Annet 
Love never more ihall give me pain 



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INDEX. 



March, march, why the deil do ye na march ? 

Mum ye heighlands, and murn ye leighlands 

My daddy is a canker'd carle 

My dear and only love, I pray 

My father has forty good (hillings 

My Harry was a gallant gay 

My love has built a bonny fhip 

My love was born in Aberdeen 

My mithcr's ay glowran o'er me 

Mv Peggy is a young thing 

My fheep I neglected, I loft my fheep-hook 

Nanfy's to the green wood ganc 
Now wat ye wha I met yeftreen 

O come awav, come away, 

O ! I hae loft my filken fnood 

O liften, gude pcopell, to my tale 

O waly, waly up the bank 

O were I able to rchcarfe 

O will you hae ta tartan plaid 

O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut 

O would'ft thru know her facred charms 

Of all the things beneath the fun 

Of race divine thou needs needs muft be 

Oh ! how (hall I venntre, or dare to reveal 

Oh ! fend my Lewis Gordon hame 

On Etrick banks in a fummcrs night 

Our goodman came hame at e'en 



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Pray came you here the fight to fhun II. 67 

Quhy dois zour brand fae drop wi' bluid II. 141 



INDEX. 

Robeyns Jok come to wow our Jynny I. 19* 



Stately ftept he eaft the wa I 

Sum fpciks of lords, fum fpciks of lairds ' I 
Sweet Annie frae the fea beach came 
Sweet fir, for your courtcfie 

Tarry woo, tarry woo 

The bride came out of the byre 

The chevalier, being void of fear I 

The duke of Gordon has three daughters I 

The gypfies came to our good lord's gate I 

The king fits in Dumfcrling toune I 

The knight ftands in the ftable-door I 

The lafs of Peatie's mill 

The laft time I came o'er the moor 

The meal was dear ihort fyne 

The pawky auld carle came o'er the lee 

The fmiling morn, the breathing fpring 

The fmiling plains profufely gay 

The fpring time returns and clothes the green 

There came a ghoft to Marg'rets door I 

There's auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen 

There's fame fay that we wan I 

There was a jolly beggar, and a begging he 

There was a wife won'd in a glen 

There was an auld wife an' a wee pickle tow 

There was anes a may, and (he loo'd na men 

Thickeft: night, furround my dwelling ! I 

Tho' Geordie reigns in Jamie's ftead I 

" Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow ftrcam !" 

Thy fatal fhafts unerring move 

'Tis I have feen braw new gowns 



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201 
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168 

273 
276 
128 
108 
102 
'54 
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241 



INDEX. 

'Tis nae very lang finfyne 

To daunton me, to dauntcn me 

'Twas at the filent, folemn hour 

Wha wad na be in love 

" Wha will bake my bridal bread 

What beauties does Flora difclofe ! 

When Britain firft, at heaven's command 

When firft my dear laddie gade to the green 

When Frennet cattle's ived walls 

When Guilford good our pilot ftood 

When I think on this warld's pelf 

When I've a faxpence under my thumb 

When I was in my fe'ntecn year 

When Phoebus bright the azure Ikies 

When Sapho (truck the quiv'ring wire 

When the fheep are in the fauld, and the ky 

When we went to the field of war 

Where art thou, Hope, that promis'd me relief ? I. 

Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow 

Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O? 

Will ye go to the ew-bughts, Marion 

Willy was a wanton wag 

Willy's rare, and Willy's fair 

Woo'd and married and a* 

Would' ft thou know her facred charms 

Ye highlands, and ye lawlands 
Ye ihepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay 
Ye warlike men, with tongue and pen 
Ye woods and ye mountains unknown 
You're welcome, Charley Stuart 



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NAMES of AUTHORS. 



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AUSTIN, M. D. 

Baillie, Lady Grissel 
Binning, Charles lord 
Blacklock, Thomas, D. D. 
Burns, Robert I. a ^ 

Cock burn, Mrs. 
Crawford, Mr. 

D.J. 

Falconer, Mr. William 

Flemyng 

Forbes 



Halket, Sir Alexander 31. 24 . 

Hamilton, Wjlliam, of Bangour, esq^ I. i, 

4»> 53> 70, 76, 148 

Home, Miss I. , 4 , 

James V. King I. j6 3> l6 s 

Lindsay, Lady Ann J. 135 

Logan, Mr. John I. j 54 





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NAMES of AUTHORS. 

Mallet, David, esq^ I. 34> ll6 > *4 X « **• 20 4 
Montrose, James, the great marquis of I. 59 

Ramsay, Allan I. 4, 13. i3, 22, 26, 109, 114 
Robertson, Alexander, ofStruan,esq. II. 93 
Ross, Alexander I. 243> 2 7& 

Skinner, Mr. I> 285 

Skirvin, Mr. II- 7& 

Smollett, Tobias, M. D. I- 2.0, 77 

Thomson, James, eso^ I. 37. II. 126 

Walkinshaw, Mr. I. 270 

Watt, Mr. II. * 5* 



GLOSSARY. 



A at, on. a dcid of nicht, 

** • at dead of night . a fit. 
on foot. 

A\ ab, all. 

Abee. alone. 

Abeit. albeit, although. 

Abien. Aboon. above. 

Ae. one, only, fole, each, eve- 
ry, thy ae brorher. thy 
only brother. At ae tift, at 
each tift. 

AiT.qf. 

Aik. oak. 

Aiken, oaken. 

Ain. own. 

Air. early. 

Aiten. oaten. 

Aits. oats. 

A lane, alone. 

Alland.i. 194. 

Almry. chejl. 

■Amfhack . i. 2S1. 

An', and. 

An. if. 

An Ane. one. 

Aneath. beneath. 

Ancs. once. 
Vol II. 



Anieft. next. 

Anither. another. 

Ann. //. 

Anter. (adventure) chants^ 

happen. 
Ark. chejl. 
Arms. In arms, arm inarm, 

in each others arms. 
Afe. ajhes. 
A-fteer. aflir, in a clutter 

or ferment. 
Alton yed . funned. 
Attowre. over. 
Auchx.pojfejfion. 
Aught, eight. 
Auid. old. 

Ava. Avae. of all, at all- 
Avow. vow. 
Awa'. away, 
Awa'. See Ava. 
A wee. a little. 
A wow. an exclamation. See 

Wow. 
Awfome. awful, frigbtf/d> 

terrible. 
Ay. Jli II, even 
Avont. beyona. 
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GLOSSARY. 



B. 

Bagrie. irajh, trumpery. 
B a i 1 i e ' s \v i f e . The bailie is , 
in fame Scotijb burghs, 
the principal, in others, an 
inferior magiflrate ; re- 
Jtmbling , in the former 
cafe, the mayor, in the 
latter, the alderman of a 
Cornijlj borough. 
Bairdtd. bearded. 
Bairn. Bairns, child, children. 
Baith. both. 
Balow. bujh. 
Ban'd. curftd. 
Bang, bade the bang, flood 

out the fight. 
Bannocks, a fort of thick 

cakes. 
Banfters. bindflrrs, men mho 
bind up the Jheaves after 
toe reapers. 
Baps, rolls of bund. 
Bardies, bar dings,, dimi- 
nutive of bards. 
Barkct. barked, tanned. 
Bafin'd, or bawfand. white- 
faced, [potted or feci led 
in the face with white. 
Bauld. bold. 

Bawbie. a Siotijh coin, the 
'value of an Englijb half- 
penny. 
Bawtv- a dogs name. 
lie. by. 

Bear-bread, barby-bread. 
Bear-meal, barhy-meal. 
Beats, baits. 
Bixket. curtefyed. 



Bedone. fet. 
Bee. See Abee. 
Beer (r. bear), barhy. 
Bees, wild bees, capricious 
humoia s, extravagant fan- 
cies. 
Beforn. before. 
Beit, mend, increafe, raife. 
Ben. in, within, this way, 
here, into this room. See 
Butt. 
Bend, drink. 
Benew. beneath, below. 
Benifon. blejfing. 
Be -north, to the north, w 

northward of. 
Bent. Great part of Scotland 
was formerly, and mav be 
fltll, uninclofrd, uncultiva- 
ted and barely covered 
with bent, or coarfe grafs* 
The bent therefor jignfics 
the open country, in oppo- 
Jition to the mclofures or 
tilled land round or near 
a village. 
Berne, bairn, child. 
Beuk. book. 
Beweft. to the wefl, wefl- 

ward of. 
Bicker, a wooden difh or 
veffi I, out of which ale is 
drunk. 
Bide, abide, Jlay. 
Bidding (heller. 
Big on. make on. 
Biggit. built. 
Bigonet. cap, or coif 
Biiiy. brother. 
Bing'd. curtefyed. 



GLOSSARY. 



Birk. birch-, birch-tree. 

Birle. pin, club {for liquor); 
properly to drink, or ca- 
roufe. 

Birns. Jialks of burnt heath. 

Bladderfkate. good for no- 
thing fellow. 

Blafnit. i. 195. 

Blaw. blow. 

Bleid. bleed, bled. 

Bleid./SW. 

Bleife. blaze. 

Blencht. -white, pale t 

Blin. flop, ceafe; alfo blind. 

Blink, light, [park. 

Blinkan. glancing, fpark- 
ling, twinkling. 

~EX\ck\r\. JJjintng. 

Blinking, pinking. 

Blink it. glanced, twinkled. 

Blinks, the blythe blinks in 
her eye. i. 50. 

Blurt, tear. 

Bluter. i. 209. 

Boaked. retched. 

Bobbing, dancing. 

Bobit. 1. 200. 

Bodies, folks, people, pcrfons. 
auld warld bodies, prede- 
cejfors, people of old, or 
former times, peur body. 
poor man. 

Bodin. provided, furnijbed. 

Bonnilie. prettily. 

Bonny .Bony. pretty,handfome, 
beauteous, goodlike. 

Boot, mufi, behoved to. 

Borrowftoun merchants.wzfr- 
chants who refide in a bo- 



rough or incorporated town;, 
in contradifiinclion, per- 
haps, to pedlers or travel- 
ing merchants, who only 
traded for ready money. 

Bot. but, without. 

Bot and. and eke, and alfo. 

Boughts. a bught or bought 
is a little fold in which 
the ewes are inclofcd at 
milking time. 

Bougills. buglehorns. 

Boun. Bounc. ready, or pre- 
pared to go. 

Bower, arbour, chamber, wo- 
mans apartment. 

Bovvn. going. 

Bow'r-maid. Bovv'r woman. 
chamber -maid. 

Bra', brave, fine {in apparel) t 
goodhke. 

Brachcn , or brochen . a kind 
of water-gruel, of oat- 
meal, butter and honey. 

Bracken, fern. 

Brae, brow or fide 0$ a hilly 
bank, brink. 

Brag, boafi, cack. 

Brag, nane durft him brag. 
i. 271 . 

Braid, broad. 

Braid, plait. 

Brander. gridiron. 

Brankit. Scho brankit faft. 
Jhe drejfcdberftlfhafiily. 

Braft burfi. near to braft. 
nearly burfi. 

Braw. brave, fine. 

Brawny, fiout, lufty. 
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GLOSSARY. 



Breeks. Breiks. breeches. 
Brechame. horfe-collar. 
Breckens.y^rw. 
Bree . broth, water in ivhicb 
any thing is boiled, bar- 
ley bree. ale. 

Brenning. burning. 

Brent, brent her brow, her 
forehead high. 

Brere. Briere. briar. 

Briddel. bridal, ( properly 
bride-ale), wedding, nup- 
tial- je aft. 

Brigue. bridge. 

Broach, a brooch, fibula or 
ornamental buckle, having 
a broad circular rim, and 
a Jingle tongue, ufed for 
fafterang the plaid. 

Brochis. broches. See 
Broach. 

Brok. i. 195. 

Broo. broth, water in which 
any thing is boiled. 

Broom, heath. 

Brofe.oatmealmoifiened with 
hot water, generally eaten 
with butter. 

Bruik. enjoy. Coud meife 
faft love to bruik. ii. 155. 

Bruik'd. lov'd, enjWd. 

Brydill renze. bridle rein. 

Buckies. abucky is the large 
fea [nail. 

Buckikins. Virginians. 

Bughting. ewe milking. See 
Boughts. 

Buft. cuffd. 

Bun. backfide. 

Burn, brook, rivulet. Low- 



rie's burn, river St. Law- 
rence. 

Burneift. burnijh'd, wajh'd, 
rub'd. 

Butny. [mall burn, brook, 
rivulet or rill. 

Burrows town, burgh or bo- 
rough, a corporate town. 

Bulk, deck, drefs, prepare. 
bulk up your plaids, do 
them up, put them in order. 
buik and boon, make rea- 
dy, prepare to go. 

Buiket. bufked, drefed. 

Bufs bu/b. 

Butt. But. gae butt, go out. 
but and ben. out and in, 
every where, a butt an cl a 
benn. an outer and an 
inner room, a kitchen and 
a parlour ; or, as in an- 
other fong, a ha' houfe 
and a pantry. 

But and. and eke, and alfo. 

Butter-box. Dutchmen. 

Byde. endure. 

Byre, cowboufe, or cowfiall. 



Ca'. call. Ca'd. called, ca'd 
the bicker aft about, put 
it frequently round. 

Caddels. cawdles, hot pot, 
made of ale, fugar, and 

eggs- 
Cadgie. br'ijk, hearty, ckear- 

ful. 
Cadgily. chearfully. 
Calloyr. cool. 



GLOSSARY. 



Camftairie. riotous. 

Can. 'gan, began to. 

Can. knowledge. 

Canker'd. ill te?nper , d, pee- 
'uijb. 

Canna. cannot. 

Canny, neat, aljo knowing. 

Cantraps. charms, fpells. 

Canty, chearful, merry. 

Caps. cups. 

Carl, carle, old man. Though 
the worv/auld is frequently 
prefixed to this word, it 
always implies of itfelj a 
man confiderably paji bis 
youth ; it would be non- 
fenfe tofav young carle. 

Carling. wife, old woman. 

Cartings, large grey peafe. 

Cartes, cards. 

Caftocks. cabbage fia/ks. 

Catyvis. caitifs, niggards. 

Cauk. chalk. 

Cauld. cold. 

Cauler. Cauller. cool,frejh. 

Cefs. a compofition paid by 
the inhabitants of the high- 
lands of Scotland to the 
free-booters of that coun- 
try, for [paring their cattle 
and ejfe els, better known by 
the name of black mail. 

Chancy, fortunate. 

Chap, perfon. 

Chap, knock. 

Chapped ftocks.i. 182. 

Chappin. cbopine, the Eng- 
hjh quart. 

Chaft. chafliiy. 

Cheip. fqueak, chirp % make 
T 3 



the leaf? noife. 
Cheis. choofe. 
Chield. youth, young fcllcnv, 

"ajlight or familiar way of 

fpeaking of a perfon." 
Chriftendie. Cbrifiendom, i. 

e. thofe parts of the world 

in which Chriftianity is 

profeffed. 
Cla'. See Claw. 
Clag. fault, failing, imper- 

feclion. 
Claife. clothes. 
Claithing. cloathing. 
Clapping, embrticing. 
Claw, fcratch the faces "ef 

their enemies with their 

broad fwords. 
Claymore, broadfword. 
Clead. cloath. 
Clean, quite. 
Cltd. clad, do at bed. 
Cltiro. din, Jhr ill loud noift: 
Cliding. cloathing. 
Clinked, i. 282. joined, tied 

or fixed. 
Cliver. clever, atlive. 
Clocken hen. clucking-ben,. 

hatching-hen. 
Clok. beetle. 
Cock. i. 244. 
Cock laird, petty laird? (Q^ 

unde.) 
Cocks, i. 282. 
Cocky, i. 246. 
Coft. bought. 
Cog. milk -pail. 
Coggie. Cogie.diminuti've of 

cog 
Cogucs.Coig.a cog^r cogue 



GLOSSARY. 



(according to Ramfey) is 
a pretty large wooden dijh 
the country people put their 
pottage in. It is alfo a 
drinking veff&l of the fame 
materials, differing from 
the bicker in having no 
handle. 

Colly, thejhepherds dog. 

Conjunct fee. jointure. 

Cooft, caji. 

Coots. literally (bare) ancles, 
but here, perhaps, Jome fort 
of half gaiters, of cloth or 
leather. 

Crack, chat. 

Cragy. neck. 

Craig, crag, rock. 

Cramafie. crimfon. 

Cranfhaks. bandy-hgged 
peifons. 

Crap, crept. 

Creill. a fort of flout bnfkel, 
made to be carried on the 
back of a man or borfe. 

Crook, crook my knee. pre- 
tend to be lame. 

Crofs. fci. of Edinburgh. 

Croufe. brijk,fmart, flout. 

Crowdie. oatmeal moiflened 
with cold water. 

Crowdy movvdy. a fort of 
gruel. 

Cud. could. 

Cummers, gojfips. 

Curroch. (Gaelic.) a cora- 
cle, or fm all highland fjb- 
ing boat ; alfo a fledge. 

Curticy. i. 99. 

Cutty. Jhort. Cutty gun is 



fuppofedto be a cant pbrafe 
for a Jhort pipe. 

D. 

Da. daw, Jluggard, or lazy, 
idle perfon. 

Daffin. folly. 

~Dzfr.foolifb. 

Dandering. wandering to 
and fro, faitntering, &cv 
^. Lord Huiless authority 
for this word. 

Dang./>/</ down, overcame. 

Darrd . fell without tffecl ? 

Dart. hit. 

Datiier. daughter. 

Dr. Linton. daunt, uffcight, 

Dawty, fondling, darling. 

JDead-be\\deatb-bell,paJ/'ing- 
bell. 

Deads, deaths. 

Deal, diflributv.. 

Dearie, little dear, a term of 
affection. 

Deid. death* 

Deme. dame, mother. 

Deimt. deemed. 

Defcriving. deflribing. 

Dighted. wiped, cleaned. 

Dice, let with mony a dice.. 
fet with figures of di un- 
done in chequer work. 

Dikes, ditches. 

Dilp. i. 281. 

Dilfc. fea-weed. 

Din. noife. 

Ding, throw. 

Dinna. do not, 

Dml'om. naify* 



GLOSSARY. 



Difna. does not. 

Dnchter. daughter. 

Doggie. Utile dog. 

Dominies, parfons, tninif- 
ters. 

Don on. do on, put on. 

Dool ! an cxclamu/ ion of 
Jbrrow, pain, grief, mourn- 
ing, or the like. 

Door. ii. 4^. 

Dofend. lifetefs, cold, impo- 
tent. 

Dought. could, was able, 

Doure. jiout,jlubborn,fullen. 

Dow. dvve. 

Dow. can, is aide to. 

Dowie. j'c.d, doleful, mclan- 
cholly. 

Downa. cannot, am unable 
to. 

Draff, grains. 

Dragen. i. 211. 

Dram mock . meal and water 
mixed raw. 

Drappie. / tile drop. 

Dree. fujfer, enduie. 

Drcips. drops. 

Dribbles, drops. Nor dribbles 
of drink rins thro' the 
draff, i. e. no brewing of 
ale goes in, no drops of 
drink run through the malt. 

Drie. fujfer, endure, under- 
go, as faft as lhe could 
drie. as faff as fhe was 
able. 

Dring. mifer, covetous per- 
Jbn. 

Drumbly. diflurbed, mitddw 

Dub. little pool. 



Dublaris. pewter dijbes of 

the largcjifize. 
Daddies, rags, tatters. 
Duddy. ragged, tattered. 
Dud fark. bit Jhift, rag of 

/bift. 
Dule. dole, forrow, grief, 

pain. 
Dulcful. doleful, forrowful, 

painful. 
Dung, put down, conquered. 
Durk. Highland daggers. 
Dwam. qualm, fainting Jit . 
Dyne, d aner (rhythmi- 

gratia). So, however, in 

another Scotijb ballad, ne- 

i/er printed: 
" The king but and hiv no- 
bles a' 

" Sat drinking at the 
wine ; 
** He would ha' nane but his 
ae daughter, 

" To wait on them AT 
DYNE." 

Brown Rgbin. 

E. 

Eard. earth. 

Earn, coagulate. 

Eafments. tenements, rooms. 

Ee. eye. 

Eclift. i. 244. 

£en. eyes. 

E'en, even, evening, at 

e'en, in the evening, ee'em, 

even as. 
Eild. age. 
Eir. ever. 



GLOSSARY. 



Efchew. avoid. 
Ettlcd . aimed. 
Ew-bughts. folds, pens, or 

Jmall inclojures, where the 

ewes are milked. 
Ewie. diminutive of ewe. 
Ery, or Iry. afraid of 



Fa' '. fall. 

Fadge. a thick loaf of bread, 
figuratively, any coarfe 
heap of fluff. 
Y as., faith. 
Fain, glad; fidging fain, 

itching with joy. 
Fairly, wonder. 
Fairntickl'd. freckled. 
Fan. when. (Buchans.) 
Fardles. oat -cakes, baked 
thin, and cut into four 
parts. 
Fare. go. 

Falh. ne'er fafh. never vex 
or trouble yourfelf. fa(h 
nae mair wi' me. trouble 
yourfelf no more with me, 
about me, or trouble me no 
more. 
Fafli'd na. troubled not. 
Fat. what. (Buchans.) 
Faucht .fight, fought. 
Fauld. {old. many fauld. 

manyfold, many times. 
Yawn, fallen. 
Yead.feud, hatred, quarrel. 
Ft-cht. Ycdmng,flgbt,flgbt- 



Feck. part, quantity, mony 
feck . av reat number. Maift 
feck, the greatefl part. 

Feckei. flecked, particolour- 
ed. 

Ye'mgit. feigned. 

Feind. devil. 

Fere, in fere, together. 

Feris. companions. 

Ferlict. wondered. 

Ferfs. fierc\ 

Fey. predejlinated, to that 
end, doomed to die, under 
a fatality. 

Fidder. father, i2Slb. 

Fidging fain. See Fain. 

Fit. a fit. on foot. 

Flees, flies, 

Fleeching, coaxing, flatter - 
wg. 

Ylct.flytedjcolded. 

YWe.flea. 

Flinders, pieces, fplinters. 

Flings, kicks. 

Flouks. flounders, foles. 

Flow an. flowing. 

Flytin. chiding, fcolding, 

Yotigel.fat. 

Fog. aftergrafs. 

Forby. be/ides. 

Fore. to the fore, remaining, 
in exiflence, in being. 

Forfairn. tired, wearied? 

Forgather d.Forgatherit.f«- 
countered, met. 

Forpet. fourth part of apeck. 

Forftame. under/land me, 

You.jull, drunk. 

Fouk. folks, people. 



GLOSSARY. 



Fourugh. ii. 74. 

Fouth. abundance 1 plenty. 

Fow. full, drunk. 

Frae. from. 

¥reiufrigh/s,illomens. Them 
luiks to frt-its, &c. tbofe to 
•whom things appear fright- 
ful or ominous w 1 11 be al- 
ways followed by fright' 
ful or ominous things. 

F 'roe. from. 

Fu' full, drunk. 

Fuds. ii. 56. 

Yumzn. polecat. 

Yun'. found. 

Furicliiniih. ii. 

Furle<:. a meafure. 

Fuft. And ais the laverok is 
fuft and loddin. i. e. "the 
lark is wafted and fwollen. 
It feems to be a cant pro- 
verbial expreffton, for 
Dinner is ready" Lord 
Hailes. His Lordfbtp, 
however, has afterwards 
placed it among the paffa- 
ges not underjtood. 

Fut braid iawin. com fuffi- 
eient to fow a foot -breadth, 
or afoot -breadth of ground, 
on which one may fow. 
Lord Hailes. 

TyYd-foul'd. 



G. 

Gab. mouth. 

Gaberlunzie. a wallet that 
hangs on the fide or loins. 



So, in fir D. Lindfays Sa- 
tyre of the thrie eftaits', 
Edin. 1602. " Beir 2c 
that bag upon zourluN- 
ZIE." 

Gabcrlutizie-man. a wallet 
man or tinker, who ap- 
pears to have been for- 
merly a jack of all trades* 

Gade. went. 

Gae. go, gave. 

Gaedf Gae'd. went, 

Ga' en. going, 

Gaid. went. 

Ga if. gave. 

Gainikys. denies, contra- 
dtfts (flib. it). 

Gain-ftands. oppofes. 

Gait, to the gut. gone off. 

Gane. gone. 

Gang. go. Ganging, going. 

Gappocks. i. 2n. 

Gar. caufe. 

Gardies. arms. 

Garfe. grafs. 

Gart. caufed, made. 

Gat. begot. 

Gate, lane , gait,geflure. 

Gates, ways. 

Gaun. Gawn. going. 

Gear, wealth, property, goods 
of any kind; head-gear, 
head-drefs. 

Geck'd. flouted, mocked ; 
gecking is caftmg up the 
head in derifion. 

Ged heme, went home 

Gee. give. 

Gee.pet,fulks. 

Geid. gave. 



GLOSSARY. 



Ghaift. gbofl. 

Gi. G\c-G\\. give. Gie'd. 
gave. Gies, gives. 

Gimmcrs, eiue Jheep under 
twoyears old 

Gimp, jimp, J/ ender. 

Gin. given. 

Gin. //, but. 

Girntls. granaries. 

Githcr. the gither. together; 
a* the gither. alltogetber. 

GJaked, tdle,faoli/b. 

Glamer. charm, fpell. " When 
devils, wizards or jug' 
glers," fays Ramfay," de- 
ceive the fight, they are 
/aid to cajl glamour oe'r 
the eyes of the fpetla' 
tor." 

Glced. one-eyed. 

Glen, a narrow valley be- 
tween mountains. 

Glent. fhine, gl iter. 

Gleyd.Anecrukit gleyd fell 
our ane huch. a lame old 
horfe fallen over a cliff? 

Glie- glee, mirth. 

Glift. glijiened, glittered. 

Gloom, f own, f cowl. 

Glowming. twilight, even~ 
ing gloom. 

Glowr.fiare, look earneftly, 
lookjlern. 

Glowran. looking watch- 

My- 

Glowr'd. looked earnejlly. 

Gluvc. ii. 31. 

Gnidge. pinch. 

Goake Jimpleton. a gowk 



is properly the cuckow. 
Gods-pennic. earnefi-money, 

to bind the bargain. 
Goodman, hufband, mnjler 

of the boufe ; the good 

man of day, the fun. 
Good wife mijhefs. 
G 00 lh e t s . Jlocki ng clocks . 
Gou'd. gold. 
G ow an. field davfey, common 

yellow crowfoot or gold 

cup, dandelion, &c. 
Gowd.go/d. 

Gowdcn. golden, as gold. 
Gowdfpink. gold-finch. 
GowtFd. firttck, a metaphor 

from the game of golf, a 

fort of rufiic tennis. 
Grain'd. groan d. 
Graith'd. gowden graith'd. 

trapp'd. caparifond with 

gold. 
Grat. cryed, wept. 
Gree. agree. 
Grce. prize, viclory. 
Greet, cry, weep. 
Greet, cry. 

Grcking. weeping, /ears. 
Grite. See Greet. 
Grots, mill'doat^. 
Grycc pig. 
Gude. Guid. good. 
Gude-man. good-man, huf- 

band, mafler of the boufe. 
Gufs. goofe. 

Gutcher. good fire, grand- 
father. 
Gyles, guiles. 



GL05SAR Y. 



H. 

Ha', hall. 

Hacket-kail. bajbed ctle- 
ivorts. 

Ha'd. bold. 

Had. as had us in pottage. 
&c. read as [will] had, i. 
e. bold or k'.ep. 

Had away, bold away, keep 
away. 

Hadden. h'jlden. 

Hads. bold< % keeps. 

Hae. have. Hae, there's 
your faith and troth, 
Willie, hold, tcnez. 

Haff. Haflen?. half. 

Haggize. haggis, a pudding 
made of a Jheeps pluck 
minced withfuet, boiled in 
thejlomach of the animal ; 
a favourite dijb in Scot- 
land. 

Hail, ivhole. 

Hair-mould, mouldy, hoar 
or tub te with mould. 

HM.Hau\d.bold,babilation, 

fortnfs. 
Hale- fa le. ivhole [ale. 
Hahalome.wbolejome, health- 

fid. 
Hallanfhaker. raggamuffin, 
bcggerly wretch. " J hal- 
lan," according to Ram- 
fly, " is a fence (built of 
flone, turf, or a moveable 
Jiake of heather) at the 
jSdes of the djor in country 



places, to defend them from 
the wind, 'the trembling 
attendant, be adds, about 
a forgetful great man's 
gate or levee, is all ex- 
preffed m the term hallen- 
maker." // may, how- 
ever, with equal probabi- 
lity, be derived from hail- 
Ions (rags). F. 

Haper Gallic. Gaelic, Er/e. 
" Abcr-Gaelik, Jp'eai 
Irifb." Crawford's Notes 
on Buchanan, p. 15. 

Happity leg, lame leg. 

Harn meet, coarfe linen cloth 
ufed among the poorer 
people, for Jbirts and 
Jbeets. 

Haughs. valleys, or low 
grounds on the Jides of 
rivers. 

Haufs-bane. neck-bone, neck. 

Hawick gili. half a mvtebkin, 
double tbe ordinary gill : 
Jo called from tbe town if 
that name. 

Hawkit. white faced. 

Haws. See Haughs. 

Haws'd her. took ber aboat 
tbe neck, embraced her. 

Heal, whole. 

Heartfome. happy. 

Hecht. Heght. prom fed. 

Heeze. to lift up, raift . 

Hcezy. i. 183. 

Heid- behead. 

Heidi t. beheaded. 

Heiden hill, bebeading-hdl, 
place of execution. 



GLOSSARY. 



Heir, inherit. 

Hek. heck, rack, out of which 

the cattle ■eat their hay or 

fir aw. 
Hellim. helm, rudder. 
Hecher. heath. 
Heyd. hyed. 
Might- promt fed. 
Hind, far hind, far beyond. 
Hinny. my hinny- my honey. 
Hint, a hint, behind* 
His. has. 

Hobbil- cobble, patch, mend. 
Hoggers. coarfe Jlockings 

•without feet. 
Holt, -wood? 
HooL hujk. 
Hooly. fofily, Jlowly. 
Hough, thigh. 
How. i. zio, 279, hollow. 
How. i. 238, hollow. 
Howms. holms, plains on a 

river fide. 
Huch. heugh. cliff, the broken 

orjleepfide of a bill. 
Hund.6<wW.hundthetykes. 

caufe the dogs to keep the 

Jbeep together. 
H under, hundred. 
Hurklcn. crouching. 
Huffy'fskap. hufwifefijip, 

hufwijhy. 
Hynd. peafant. 

I. 

Ilfardly. illfavouredly, after 

an uglyfajkion. 
Ilk. Ilka, each, every - 
Inglc.firc. 



Ingraff- engrave. 

Infight- houfebold furniture, 

in-door Jlock. 
Into. in. 

Irie. c afraid of apparitions. 
Irks, feels uneafy or dif- 

treffd. 
Ife. IJhall. 
Ither. other, each other. 



Jack, a fencible jacket, made 
•with thin pieces of iron 
quilted in. " By 8 jtbfia- 
tute, parliament 6 James 
F. it was provided that 
all yeamen have jackes 
o/plate." LordHailes. 

Jag. i. 271. 

Jak. See Jack. 

Japin. jejiingfeering, mock- 
ing, foolijh talk. 

Jaw. pour, throw out. 

Jee'd. mov'd. 

Jimp, /lender, light. 

Jo. Jweetheart. 

Jow. jowl, jolt, knell. Mr. 
Burns juflly obferves thai 
this word " includes both 
the fwinging motion and 
pealing found of a large 
bell." 

Jooks. low bows. 

Jupe. upper garment. 



Kail, coleworts, a plant much 
ujed in Scotland for pot- 



GLOSSARY. 



tage. 

Kail-yard, the little yard or 
garden in which "the cole- 
worts grow. 

Kain. In Scotland, bejiiles 
rent, the tenant is often 
obliged to give his land- 
lord hens, ducks, or other 
articles, which are called 
kain-hens, &c. " Sair he 
paid the kain" will there- 
for mean, he Suffered more 
grievously than others ; 
•was treated with particu- 
lar feverity. 

Kame. comb. 

Kebbcck. cheefe. Kcbbucks. 
cheefes. 

Keek, lock, peep. 

Keeking - glals. looking - 

Keel. .toKeil. 

Kecpit. kept. 

Keil. red-ochre. 

Ken. know. Ken'd. knew. 

Kent, known. 
Kent, a long ftaff ufed by 

Jhepherds for leaping over 

ditches. 
Kimmer. cummer, goffip, 

cGmmcre, F. 
Kinnen. rabbit. 
Kirk, church. 
Kirn. chum. 
'Kirrles. upper petticoats. 
Kift. cbeJL Kiltfouof whif- 

tles. organ. 
Kit. a frn 'all wooden vefftl 

Iwoped and flawed. 
Kith and kin. acquaintance 

Vol. II. 



and kindred. 
Ky. cows. 
Kyne. kin, race. 
Knak. mock or j eft. 
Knock it. beat, bruifed. 
Knowe. knoll, hillock. 
Kog. See Cogue. 
Kurchis. kerchiefs. 
Kyrtle. upper petticoat. 
Kyth. .to Kith. 
Kythed. Jhown. 



Lack. want. 

Ladles', lads ; a fort of dou- 
ble plural. 

Lag. bindmofi. 

Laid. load. 

Laird, landed-gentleman. 

Laigh. lo-zu. 

Lain, a' my lain, all alone. 
ze're zour lain, youie 
alone, nanc but hir lain. 
none but her f If. 

Lairie. marjb or bog. 

Laith. loth. 

Lal'ands. lowlands, Iotu 
country; the foulb and eafl 
parts of Scotland fo caltcd y 
where the Enghjb lan- 
guage prevails, in contra- 
dijiniclion to the high- 
lands, of wb.cb the com- 
mon fpecco is Gaelic or 
Injb. 

Land'art town, country vil- 
lage. 

Lane, her lane, alone, bv 
herfeif. to my lane, a- 
U 



GLOSSARY. 



lo?ie, by myfelf. 
Lang. long, 'langs. longas. 
Lang- kail, pottage made of 

coleivorls. 
Langer. longer, Langeft. 

longefi. 
Langlbme. long, tedious. 
Lap. leaped. 

Lapper'd-milk. milk become 
Jour and clotted by long 
keeping. 
Lapwing, the grey plover. 
Lauch'd. laugh 'd. 
Lauchters. laughs. 
Laugh, law. 
Lave. re/I. 
Laverok. lark. 
Law. low. 

Lawing free. Jhot-free. 
Lay. allay, alleviate. 
Leal, true, honefi. 
Lear'd. learned, acquired. 
Lee. ground in pafiure. 

lilly-white lee. i. 130. 
Leech, pby/ician. 
Leel. honefi. 

Leefe me. Leez me. apbrafe 
ufed "when one loves or is 
pleafed with any thing. 
Leglen . milking-pail. 
Leigh, low. Leighlands. 

lowlands. 
Leir. learn. 
Lemanlefs. without husbands 

or lovers. 
Lemman. lover, gallant, 

fweetheart. 
Lemmanc, mifirefs, concu- 
bine. 
Lenno. i. 190. 



Leuch. Leugh. laughed. 
Lever. Jooner, rather. 
Lick, jly cunning rogue, 

cheat. 
Liges. lieges, fubjecls. 
Lightly, flight, treat difre- 

fpeclfulty. 
Lilteth. runs. 

Lilting, merry making Jing- 
ing, dancing to mujic \ alfo 
running. 
Limmers. whores. 
Linking, walking quick, 

tripping, 
Linkome twyne. cloth or 
thread manufactured at 
Lincoln. 
Lintwhite. linnet. 
Lit. dye, colour. 
Lithe, attend, hearken. 
Lift, firmament. 
Lig. lye. 
Loake. portion, piece orjhare 

of fomething. 
Loaning, a little common 
near country villages, ge- 
nerally the head of a lane, 
where the cows are milked. 
Loch. lake. 
Loddin. &?<?Fuft. 
Lo'e. Loo. love. Loo'd 

loved. 
Loon, rogue, fellow 
Loos'd. fet off, begun the 

battle. 
Loot. let,fujfered. 
Lofel. idle rafcal, worthlfs. 

wretch. 
Loun. worthlefs fellow. 
Loup. leap. 



GLOSSARY. 



Lour J. ivijhtd? 

Lout. ffoop, bow dozen. 
louted her down, flooded 
down. 

Low. blaze, Jiame. 

Lown. rogue, rafcal. 

Low ns. is I'jivn, calm, f) 'ill? 

Luck, heme the good for- 
Uaie ; alp enclofejhut up, 
fafien 

Lucken. clofc,groiui>igclofe- 
ly together, or clofe joined 
to one another. 

Lucky young, tooyoung. 

hue. love. Lued. loved. 

Lugs. ears. 

Luik. look. 

Luk. look, fearch. I zern 
fulfane To luk my heid, 
and fit down by you. i. e. 
'*"/ earnejlly long to Jit 
doivn at your Jide, after 
having firft fearcbed my 
bead, that there be no ani- 
mals about me." Lord 
Hailes*. 

Lurdanes. lordings? Lur- 
dane means properly dance, 



blockheoul,fot ; not, as has 
been foolijbly imagined, 
from lord Dane, but from 
lourdin, or falourdin. 
French. 

Luve. love. Luver. lover. 

Lyart. hoary, grey-haired. 

Lythe, Jkelter, /bade, fitua- 
tian prole fled from the fun. 



M. 

Mabbics. mabs, mobs, caps, 
Mae. more. 

Mae. the cry of the lamb. 
Maik. mate,f'clloiv,marroii' t 

like. 
Main'd. moan'd. 
Mair. more. 
Maift. mofl. 
Mait. might. 
Mane. moan. 
Mang. like to mang. like 

mad? 
Marrow, mate 
Malkene-fatt. majbing-fal, 

a largevcffciufedin brew- 



* A Spanifh lovers fwecthcart, in tliis cafe, would probably 
have taken that care upon herfelf. ** Our pleafurable ideas," 
fays Mr. Swinburne, H were a little rurfled by the fight of 
fome hundred of women in the villages [in Valencia] fitting in 
the fun loufing each other, or their hufbands and children. 
When a young woman,'" he adds, » condefcends to feek for 
lice in a mans head, it is fuppofed that the laft favours have 
been granted by the fair one, or at leaft that he may have them 
forafking." Travels in Spain, p. 93. This country feems 
two or three centuries behind Scotland in point of decency. 



U z 



GLOSSARY. 



vig. 

Maflun-pat. tea-pot. 

Ma't. malt. 

Mar. might. 

Maukin. bare. 

Maun, niuji. Maunna. mufl 
not. 

Mavis, thrufh. 

Mawking. hare. 

May. maul, young woman. 

Mazer di(h. a drinking cup 
of maple. The original 
reading (thus altered by 
Dr. Percy) is ezar, •which 
he explains azure. 

Meal-kail, foup •with pot- 
herbs and meal. 

Meafe. mefs, i. e. to make 
up the number four. 

Meikle. much. 

Meil-fek. mealfack. 

Meife. move, foften, mol- 
lify. 

Mel. meddle, interfere. 

Menfe. grace, decorate. 

Menzie. company, retinue, 
followers. 

Merk. marks. The Scotijb 
mark is, at piefent, a 
nominal coin, value is. 
i$d. EngUJh. 

Melhanter. mifadventure, 
m'-s fortune, difaflcr 

Mickle. much. 

Milk-Lowie. milk-bowl, 
wooden veffel into which 
the ewes are milked. 

Milk-fyth. milk-flrainer 

MM-fnUjff'-bornJhuff-box. 

Minny. mother. 



Minftrcls . mujicians, fuller si 

pipers. 
Mirk. dark. 
Mifanter. mifadventure. 
Milter, need, their miller. 

what they need or want, 

the necejfaries of life. 
Mkher's. mothers. 
Mittans. woolen or worfled 

gloves. 
Moggans. The fame with 

hoggars, which fee. 
Mony. many. 
Mote, might, what mote 

bee. what it might be, 

what might be the matter. 
Mou. mouth. 
Mought. might. 
Mucked, cleanfd. 
Muckle. much; alfo, greats 

large. 
Mudie. ii. 23. 
Muir. moor. 
Muii. mufl. 
Mutches, linen coifs or 

hoods 
Mutchkin. a liquid me afure % 

the quantity of an Enghjb 

pint. 
Mylcll. myfelf. 

N. 

Na. Nae. no, not. 

Naething. nothing. 

Nainfell. Her nainfell. Hur 
nane fell. Hur nown 
felf; in ridicule of the 
bigblander's firft attempts 
to f peak EngUJh. 



GLOSSARY. 



Nane. none. 

Neeft. next. 

Neez. i. 275. 

Nieft. next. 

Nocht. not. 

Nor. than. 

Norland, north, northern. 

Norfe. Norway. Norfs. 

Norways. 
Notour, notorious 
Nought, nothing. 
Nout feet, neats-fect, coiv- 

heels. 
Nurice-fee. nurfe'sfee. 

O. 

O'. of. 

Obraid. upbraid. 

'Oman, woman. 

Ony. any. 

Or. ere, before. 

Orifons. prayers. 

Our. over. 

Out-fhinn'd. bowleggd. 

Out-fight, out -door Jiock. 

Owr. Owrc. over. Owr 
word . burthen (of a fong) . 

Owrlay. cravat. 

Owfen. oxen. 

Oxter, arm-pit. in his ox- 
ter, under bis arm. 

P. 

Pa. paw, band. 
Pa', ii. 65, 67. 
Pack. ga?ig, pared oj peo- 
ple. 
Paftion, contrail, agree- 



ment. 

Padell. i. 194. 

Paiks. got their paiks. got 
well beat. 

Parridge fpurtle. a fort of 
ironfpoon ufed to oatmeal 
pudding ? 

Partons. crab-fijh. 

Pat. pot. 

Pat. put. 

Paw. ii. 45. 

Pawky, fly, Jhrewd, c fi- 
ning. 

Pearl blue, light blue. 

Pearling. Pearlins. thread- 
lace. 

Peat pat. place where peats 
are dug. 

Peet-creel. a wicker bafket 
in ivoich peats or turves 
are earned. 

Pepper-polk. i. 194. 

Pcihaw. /bow. 

Pens, plumes, finery. 

Philabeg. little Mt, the kind 
of Jhort petticoat worn by 
the highlanders in/lead of 
breeches. 

Phraze. noife,fufs. 

Pibrochs. martial tunes, fo 
called, peculiar to the 
highlanders, and per- 
formed on the bagpipe ; of 
ivhich fee a fine and cu- 
rious defcription in Dr. 
Beatties Effays on laugh- 
ter and ludicrous compo- 
fition (a note). 

Pickle, fmalljhare. Pickles* 
J mall quantities. 
V 3 



GLOSSARY. 



Pinners, a particular orna- 
ment for the head, not 
now in ufe. 

Pint-ftoup. See Stoup. 

Pith. flrengtb, might, force. 
. Placads. placards, public 
proclamations. 

Plack. « Scotijh coin, value 
two bodals (botbwells) or 
4d. Scotijb, i. e. the third 
of a penny Englijh. 

Plaidie. a piece op chequered 
andvarit gated jluff, which 
the women wear by way 
of a hood. See Tartan. 

Plaiding. See Tartan. 

Plak. SeeVhck. 

Playand. playing. 

Pled, pleaded. 

PJeen. complain. 

Plenifmng._/?<Jo£. 

Tlett. ^plaited. 

Plouckie-fac'd. pimpled. 

Piuche. plough. 

Pockpuds. poke-pudd'mgs, or 
pudding-pokes, a name of 
derijion given to the En- 
glijh, from their attach- 
ment to the bag-pudding. 

Pou. pull. Pou'd. pulled. 

Vow. poll, full, pate, head. 

Povv-fodie. ram-headfoup. 

Prefs. ii, in. 

VnckW. fpurd. 

Pri'd. .S^Prie. 

Pne. j rove, tafle, try. Pried. 
Priv'd. proved, tofled, 
tried. 

Priving. proof, tafle, trial. 

brogues, brogues; highland 



Jhoes, made of the raw 
hide, without foals. 

Protty. pretty, bonny. 

Pud. pulled. Puing. pull- 
ing. 

Puddy. a kind of cloth, not 
now ufed. 

Putted the ftane. threw the 
flone, a country exercife. 



0^ 

Quarters, lodgings. 
Quat. quit, quitted. 
Quey. heifer, or young cow. 
Quha. who. 
Quharfoir. whercfor. 
Quhat. Quhaten a. Quhat- 

ten. what. 
Quhen. when. 
Quher. where. 
Quhilk. which. 
Quhittil. whittle, knife. 
Quhyle. while. 
Quod, quoth, fay, fays, faid. 



R. 

Rade. rode. 

Randy, i. 183. 

Rang, reigned. 

Rant, roar, be jovial, be 

jolly. 
Ranted, talked loud, made a 

noife, were or was jovial. 
Rantin. a ranting fire .araflr- 

ring fire. 
Rantry-tree. rown-tree, tbi 



GLOSSARY. 



mountain afh, a preserva- 
tive againft -witchcraft. 

Ranty-tanty. i. 182. 

Rax. reach, Jlr etch. Rax the 
rout. ii. 74. 

Ream, cream. 

Reave, berta-ve. 

Reck care. What recks. 
ivhatjignifi.es. See What 
reck. 

Red coats. Engli/hfoldiers. 

Rede, advice. 

Rede, advife. 

Reek. (moke. Reeking-het. 
fmok.nghot. 

Reft, bereft. 

Regal, regale. 

Remead. remedy. 

Revers. robbers, pirates, ban- 
d.tti. 

Rin. run. 

Ring, reign. 

Ringle-ey'd. witb iveak blue 
eyes. 

R\\t.fpL : t,bu>fi. 

Rock.- dfiaff. 

Rokely. long cloak. 

Rofts. roajls, any thing re- 
quiring to be broiled. 

Row. roll, wrap. Row'd. 
rolled, wrapped. 

Rowth . plenty, abundance. 

Rude, rood, crofs. 

Rullions. a fort of brogues or 
Jboes made from the raw 
bide, when taken from the 
beafl, and Jhaped to the 
feet without other prepa- 
tioa* 



Runkled. wrinklea. 

Rufe. toom rufe. empty 

boafi ? 
Ryal. royal. 
Ryfarts. radljhes. 



S. 

Sae.fo. 

Safr.foft. SzMy.fjftly. 

Saw. fore. 

Sakelefs. innocent. 

Sail. Jhall. 

Said. fold, fald by kind, 
ii. 122. 

Sarr.en./IiOT^. 

Sangs. fon^s. 

Savk. J.cirt, Jljift. fark of 
God. furpl.ee. 

Sarked . Jhif ted, f mocked. 

Saucht. quiet. 

Saul. foul. 

Sam. fait. 

Saw. faying, maxim, pro- 
verbial exprejfwn. 

Scadhps. i. 211. 

Scale, f/read, dfperfe, fly 
d.jfereyit ways. 

Scant, fcarce ; alfo penu 
rims. 

Scantly. fcarcel): 

Schek.JAeet. 

Schenc. Jheen,Jhining. 

Schiples, Jhipltfs, without 
Jhips. 

Sz\\o.Jhe. 

Sc hone. /Aw.. 

Schro. be /brew, eurfe. I 



GLOSSARY. 



fchro the lyar, fu leis me 

zow. " curfe you for \_a~) 

liar, I love you heartily." 

Lord Hailes. 
Schuke.flbook. 
Schule. Jhovel. 
Schynand. Jhining. 
Scorn fu ' .Jcornful. 
Scraps, fcrapes. 
Scrimped, poor, mean, bare. 
Scrimp'\t.narrow,contracled, 

covetous. 
Scuds, ale. 
Scuff. bri'Jb, go or ivalh 

fwi fitly, as if fcarcely to 

touch the ground. 
Scull, i. 190. 
Seim. femblance, 
Sel. Sell, felf 
Scn.Jince. 

S e ' n tc en .feventeenih. 
Sefs. fejfes, taxes. 
Scugh.fi/rroiv, ditch 
Sey. greenfey apron, fay, 

a kind of looolen fluff. 
Seyd. efiy'd, tryed. 
Shanks, legs- rade on good 

fhanks nagy . a cant pbrafe 

for walked. 
Shath-moiir. " Shathmont, 

in old Scotijb, means the 

fift clofed with the thumb 

extended." Scots Mufical 
Muleum. Q^ 
Shaw, wood, or woody bank. 
Sheene. filken flicenc. Jhni- 

ingfilk. 
Shccr.e. Jbocs. 
Shcnt. hurt, confounded. 
Shield, a ihield, or Ihealing 



is a flight or temporary 
ereclion by Jbepherds or 
hcrdfmen on the mountains 
for the convenience, in 
fummer, of attending their 
flocks or cattle. 

Shimmer'd. ftjone. Shimme- 
ring. Jhining. 

Shog. jog. 

SXioo.Jboe. fo ill to fhoo.yo 
difficult to pleafe ; a me- 
taphor from the fmiths 
ffop. 

Shoon. _/?><?«. 

Shot the lock, put back the 
bolt ; opened the door. 

Shure. Jbore,Jbeer 'd. 

Shute.fbout. 

Shyre. As fhyre a lick, at 
clean a cheat ; properly 
clear, pure. 

Sic. fuch. 

§\c\\x..Jigbed. 

Sick. Sickan. Sicken. Sike. 
fuch. 

Sike. a little rill, commonly 
dry in fummer. 

Slker.fure. 

Siklike. fuch like. 

SWder. jilver. 

Siller. Jilver, money; l'ar- 
gent. 

Sindle. feldom. 

Sine. Sin fyne. Jince. 

%\x\\.Jince. 

Skaith. hurt. 

Sk ai r. fcare, fright. 

Skant. See Scant. 

Skerl's. fcarcc. 

Skink. a kind offlrong Br, tk 



GLOSSARY. 



made of cows bams or 
knuckles. 

$>kmk\c&. fparlded. 

Skipper, mq/hr of a fmall 
vi-jfel. 

Sklaif.//ai><\ 

Shes.Jloes. 

Slnid.y/t-w. 

Slaited. ii. 163. " ivbeHeet% 
or, perhaps, wiped. 1 " P. 

Slee. Jly. 

Slim, a dim per/on is one 
that cannot be trifled. 

Smore. fmother. 

Smurtl'd. fmiled. 

Smylefs. fmdelefs, dejecled, 
forroiuful. 

Sme. Snaw. /now. 

Sned. cut. 

Sneezlng.fnujf. 

Snell. loud. 

Snifliing. " In its literal 
meaning is fnuff made of 
tobacco ; but in this Jong 
it means fome times con- 
tentment, a huJJjand, love, 
money, &c." Ramsay. 

Snood, band or filet for ty- 
ing up a young woman's 
hair. 

Snout, nofe. 

Soddin. feet bed, enough 
boiled. 

Sodgers. foldiers. 

Soud. Jhould. 

Soughing, ftghing ; an ex- 
preffion pecuUar to the 
found made by the wind 
among trees, &c. 

Soums. fores. 



Sounding, blowing his horn. 
Soup, ftp, [mall quantity. 

Souple. fwifi, nimble; alfo 
flexible. 

So\ven s. flummery ; oat- 
meal fowfed in water till 
four, then boded to a con- 
Jiflency and eaten with 
milk 'or butter. 

Sow-libber, fow-gelder. 

Soy. iilken Toy. ii. 24. 

Spack. [poke. 

Spear, qjk. 

Speel'd. climb' d, dumb. 

Speer. afl, enquire. 

Speere. The fpeere was a 
hole in the wall of a houfe 
through which the family 
received and anfwered toe 
enquiries of fir angers, 
wJhatt being under the 
necefftty of opening the 
door or window. 

Speir. ajk. 

Speldens. dry d white -fijb. 

Spicr'd. aflk'd. 

Sp\\\.fpod,dcflroy. 

Spindles and whorles. /Vw- 
plements vfed in Jpinning 
with the d'flaff. 

Spiogs. i. 189. 

Splee-fitted. fplay-footed. 

Spring, tune. 

Spurtill. i. 194. 

Stalwart. Jirong, flout, va- 
liant. 

Stanc'd. flationed. 

Stank . large pond or pool of 
flanding water* 

Staw.flole. 



GLOSSARY. 



Stean_y?w;f. 

Stended .flalked, moved luith 
long/reps. 

Steeks. c!ofes,J?.mts. 

Stccks. Jireuks. 

Sreen/?/'r.Iwinna fleer thee, 
i. 267. 

Stent, flop, ceaje. 

Stcn7.t. i. 195. 

Sting, i. 254. See (be 
note. 

Stint, flopped. 

Stivk. bulkik. 

Stccks i. 182. 

Stoup. a vejjijl for meafur- 
ing or holding liquor ; as 
the glll-jkwp, mutchkin- 
fiovp, cboppine-fioup, pint- 
Jwup, quart-floup, gallon- 
flovp, •waliv-floup ; alfo a 
pillar, as ftoup of weir. 

Stoure. difl (in motion). 

Stoun. Stown. flelen. 

Strae. flraiv. Had fair firae 
death tane her avva ! bad 
Jhe dyed a natural death. 

Straif. flrove. 

Straiks. flrokes. Strake. 
flroke. 

Strake. Straked. flruck. 

Sxnck. flrtel. 

Sturt. trouble, 'vexation. 

Sune. foon 

SufTic. care, anxiety, trou- 
ble. 

Suthron. (fouthcrn) Eng- 

UJh. 
Swaird. grajfy furface of 

the ground. 
Swankies. fivain kins, clever 
joung flloivs. 



Swacts. i. 2 12. 

Swak. i. 262. 

Swapped, exchanged. 

Swats, fmall ale. 

Swear. Sweer. backward, 
unwilling, averfe. 

Swith. quickly. 

Syboxvs.yo7tng onions. 

Syke. See Sike. 

Syne, after, afit.r that, af- 
terward, then. June as 
i'yne. foon as late. 

T. 

Tain, taken. 
Tait. i. 280. 
Tak. take. 
Taken, token. 

Tald. told. 

Tane. one. 

Tangles, fea-weei. 

Tap. top. Tap-knots, top- 
knots. 

Tappit hen. the Scotijb 
quart floup ; fo called from 
a fmall knob (tap or top) 
on the lid, peculiar to that 
veffd ; thofe hens ivhich 
ivc, in England, call 
copped (or creftedj hens, 
being in Scotland called 
tappit (tapped or topped) 
hens 

Tarrow. take pet. 

Tarry woo. the luool of a 
Jheep that has been tar- 
red ? 

Tartan, i. 211. alfo plaid- 
ing, crofs-ftriped or chec* 
kered fluff of various co- 



G L O S S A R. 



lours ivorn by the High- 
landers. Tartan plaid. 
Tarran fcreen. large piece 
of fucb like fluff, ivorn by 
the women over their head 
andjhoidders. ; alfo feme 
kind of poll age, fee i. 2 1 1 . 

Tarveals. plague us, torment 
us (with fretfidncfs and 
ill humour.") 

Tafhed . flamed, /potted. 

Tauld. told. 

Teats, final! parcds. 

Tees'd. nibbled. 

Temper pin. i. 175. 

Tent. heed. Tenty. heedful, 
cautious. 

Thae. thcfe, thofc. 

Thairs. there is. 

The. to. the gither. tog-e- 
ther, the night to night- 

Thee, thrive. 

Thift. theft. 

Thimber. ii. 139. 

Thir. thefe. 

Thocht. though. 

Thoehts. thoughts. 

Thole, fuffer, endure. 

Thou's. Thoufe. thoujhalt. 

Thrang. bufy. 

Thrangs. throngs, crouds, 
preffes. 

Thravv. twifl, twine, turn, 
manage, crofs, thivart. 

Thraw-cruk. an inflrument 
ufed bv hujbanamen for 
iwifling hay, &c. into 
ropes. 

Thrawis. throes, pangs, a- 
gonies. 



Thrifsles thiflles. 

Thud, flroke, noife or fund 
occajioned by a blow, or the 
fall of any heavy body. 

Tiff, good order. 

Tih.prff. 

Till. to. 

Tinclair. tinker. 

Tine. lofe. 

Tinkler, tinker. 

Tint. lofl. 

Tippony. twopenny ; ale 
fold for twopence a Scotijb 
pint. 

Titled, tided at the pin. 
twirled the latch, attempt- 
ed to open the door. 

Tither. other. 

Titter, rather, fooner. 

Titty, fifltr. 

Tocher. Tocher good. 
marriage portion, fortune. 

Todlen. todling, walking 
with a rolling Jbort flep, 
like a child, rocking, tot- 
tering. 

Tone. one. 

Toofal. ere the toofal of 
the night, before nightfall; 
an image, Mr. Lambe 
thinks, drazun from a fuf- 
pended canopy, Jo let fall 
as to cover what is be- 
!oiv. 
Toom. empty. Toom'd. 

emptied. 
Tofli. tight, neat. 
Tothcr. other. 

Touk of drum found of 
drum, beat of drum. 



GLOSSARY. 



Tfm.flax. 

Tow me owre the wa. let 

me over the wall by a 

rope. 
Toys, headdrejfs anciently 

worn 
Travelling, in travail, in 

labour. 
Trene. wooden. 
Trews. Highland pant a- 

loons, breeches and Jiock- 

ings all of one pu.ce. 
Trielt forth, appoint forth ; 

" draw forth by afjigna- 

tion-' 
Troch. trough. 
Troth, truth. 
Trouze. See Trews. 7'be 

word feems here ufed for 

the floe kings only. 
Trow, believe. 
Trows. Highland trows. 

Highland'/:en. See Trews. 
Truncheour. trencher. 
Tul. Tull. to. 
Turs. i. 194. 
Twa. two. 
Twal. twelve. 
Twehe. tough. 
.Tweel. a particular cloth. 
Twin part. ' T win' d. part- 
ed. Twin'd of. parted 

from, deprived of. 
Twirtle twill, ii. 148. 
Tyke. dog. 
Tyne. be lofl, die. 



U. 



Uder. other. 



Unco', very ; aljb, uncouth, 
ft 'range, wonderful. 

Uneafy. difficult. 

Unkend. unknown. 

Unmufit. Unmuvit. unmo- 
ved, undiflurbed. 

Unfonfie. unlucky. 

Upo'. upon. 



V. 

Valziant. valiant. 
Vaunty. boajlful. 
Vow. See Wow. 



W. 

Wad. a wad. in pawn. 

Wad. would. Wadna. 
would not. 

Wae. woe. wae worth ze. 
woe be with ye, woe be- 
fallye. 

Wacfo. Watful. woeful. 

Wacs me. woe is me! 

Waik. weak. 

Warld. world. 

Wald. join. 

Wale, choofe ; alfo choice, 
bejl. 

Wallowit. wan, faded. 

Waly waly. an exclama- 
tion of grief, forrow, &c. 

Wames. bellies. 

Wan, got. 

Wan. pale. 

Wan chanfie. unlucky. 

~WdL\\&oghx.s. filly, weak, im- 



GLOSSARY. 



Whilk. -which. 
potent perfons. 

War. war em a', fight or 
beat them all. 

War. worfe 

Warde. warn, advife. 

Ware. beftow,fpend. 

Wark. work. 

W arid. world, time. Warlds. 
times. See Bodies. 

Wat. wet. 

Wat. Wate. trow, know, 
believe. 

Water floups . conicalwooden 
veffels, in which water is 
fetched or kept. 

Wauk. walk. 

Wauken. waken. 

Wawking of the fauld. 
watching of the fold? 
tending of the flock or 
herd. 

Wayward, perverfe, head- 
fir ong. 

Weaponfhaw._/?>fw of arms 
or weapons, a fort of mi- 
litia review ; nearly as 
much care being formerly 
taken that the people were 
fupplied with arms, as is 
taken at prefent that thty 
. are deprived of them. 
Wear, drive, gather. 
Weariful', wearifome, vexa- 
tious. 
Weary, wearifome, difa- 
greeable ; aljo, vexed, for- 
rowful. 
Vol. II. 



Wecht.weighi, an implement 
ufed in winnowing* It 
refembles ajieve in form, 
but the bottom is of f kin or 
canvas not perforated. 
Wed. to wed. in pawn. 
Weddeen. wedding. 
Wee. little. Wee bit. little 
piece. Wee wee. very 
little. 
Wecl. well. 
Ween, think. 
We e rd . fortune, fate. 
Weers. i. 278. 
Weet. wet, rain. 
Weil bodin. well provided, 

wellfurnifhcd. 
Weir. war. 
Weit. wet. 

Weit. with 't, with it. 
Well far'd. well favoured, 

hundfome. 
Wend. go. 

Weftlin. weft, weflern. 
Wexed. waxed, grew, be~ 

came. 
Wha. who. 
Whafe. whofe. 
Whang, large Jlice. 
What rerk. nevertbelefs. 
What recks, what matters, 

whatjignifies. 
What an a. what, what 

kind of a. 
Whigs, enemies to the go- 
vernment before, and 
friends to it Jh ©s the re- 
volution ; Prejbyter,ans, 
Y 



GLOSSARY. 



Williamites, Hanove- 
rian s. 

Whinging. -whining 

Whorles. See Spindles. 

Wicht. wight, man. 

VJ\ch.t.Jlrong. 

Wid. -would. 

Widderfhines. of a widder- 
fhines grow, that grows 
backward, the wrong way, 
contrary to the courfe of the 
fun? 

Widow, widower. 

Wie. hitle. the wie thing 
I hae. the little matter I 
have. 

Wilily. flyly, cunningly. 

Wilks. perriwinkles. 

Wiltu. wilt thou. 

Win. get. Sal never win a- 
boon't ava. will never 
get the better of it at all. 

Winna. will not. 

Winfome. comely, agreeable, 
engaging. 

Wis. trow, know, believe, 
think ; there is no modern 
word pcrfecllyfynonimous 
or equivalent. 

Wifs. wijb. 

Wift. known, thought, be- 
lieved, wijhed. 

Wit. know. 

Witherfhins. the wrong or 
contrary way. 

Wittin known. 

Won'd. liv'd, dwell 'd. 

Wens, lives, dwells. 



Woo', wool. 

Wood, furious, mad. Wood- 
wroth, furiously wrath- 
fid. 

Wordy, worthy. 

Worries, chokes, fuffocates. 

Wow. woo. 

Wow. O wow ! wow, O 
\\o\v\an exclamation; im- 
plying fometimes eagemef, 
fometimes wonder. 

Wraith. ghojl,fpirit. 

Wrang. wriggle. 

Wratacks. rickety perfons, 
perfons unable to walk as 
they JJjould do ? 

Wreath. my Jemmy's 
wreath, bis apparition. 
wrea h of fnaw. heap of 
fnow. 

Wun. live, dwell. 

Wyle. entice. 

Wylie.twWog, 

Wyte. blame. 



Y. 

Yade. mare. 

Yates, gates. 

Yeed. went. 

Ye\. your. 

Ycs.youfball. 

Yeftreen. yefternight. 

Yle. ifte. in fair Scotland 

the yle. nonfenfe. 
Yonker. young man. 



GLOSSARY. 

confonant, that of eh. 
Z. Zou.jou. 

Zour.jwr. 
Ze.ye. N. B. This letter at Zeir. year, 
the beginning of a fallable Zit. jy<tf. 
&« the power of y, in Zule. chrifimas> 
(be middle of one, before Zung. joung. 



( HS ) 

ADDITIONAL SONGS. 

IN CLASS I. 

SONG LV.* 

•COWDEN'-KNOWS.f 
BY MR. CRAWFORD. 

T17HEN fummer comes, the fwains on Tweed 

Sing their fucccefsful loves, 
Around the ews and lambkins feed, 
And mufick fills the groves. 

But my lov'd fong is then the broom, 

So fair on Cowden- knows; 
For fure fo fweet, fo foft a bloom 

Elfe where there never grows. 

There Colin tun'd his oaten reed, 

And won my yielding heart ; 
No fliepherd e'er that dwelt on Tweed 

Could play witn half fuch art. 

f See Vol. I. p. 118. 

y 3 



( M ) 

He fung of Tay, of Forth, and Clyde, 

The hills and dales all round, 
Of Leader-haughs, and Leader-fide; 

Oh ! how I blefs'd the found I 

Yet more delightful is the broom 

So fair on Cowden-knows ; 
For fure fo frefti, fo bright a bloom 

Elfewhere there never grows. 

Not Tiviot braes, fo green and gay, 
May with * this' broom compare, 

Not Yarrow banks in flow'ry May, 
Nor the bum aboon Traquair. 

More pleafing far are Cowden-knows^ 

My peaceful happy home, 
Where ; was wont to milk my ews 

At even among the broom. 

Ye powers that haunt the woods and plains 
Where Tweed with Tiviot flows, 

Convey me to the bell of fwains, 
And my lov'd « Cowden'-knows. 



( 247 ) 



SONG LVIII.* 

THE BONIE LAD THAT'S FAR AW A. 

■* h-i — I - ■ i - -y p-— ■— — 



JEgsip^ j 



sz. 



O how can I be blythe and glad, Or 



^^Slig^gS 



how can I gang brifk and braw, When the 
-38 — ftzTZjE — ~ ' " I — i — : — ~~~" "f*"!"—" - ""™" 



iHi^iHip 



bo-nie lad that I loe beft Is o'er the 



:z&: 



HHp 



f-r— 



Hi 



hills and far a-wa, When the bo - nie lad 



-^zs 



■■-J.. 



* — rSrf- 



that I loe beft Is o'er the hills and far 



zzsr. 



i 



m 



a - wa ? 



( 2 4 * ) 

My father pat me frae his door, 

My friends they hae difown'd me a*, 

But there is ane will tak my part, 
The bonie lad that's far awa. 

A pair o' gloves he bought to me, 
And filken fnoods he gae me twa, 

And I will wear them for his fake, 
"The bonie lad that's far awa. 

O weary winter foon will pafs, 

And spring will deed the birken (haw, 
And my young babie will be born. 

And he'll be hame that's far^awa. 



( 249 ) 



IN CLASS II. 



SONG XXIII • 

WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WT AN AULD 

MAN. 



i^^^p 



r=F 



KTZfcZ 



Be 



What can a young lafs-ie, what fhall a 



g£^ ^=Eg^=§^ 



3sEaE 



young lafs-ie, What can a young lafs-ie do wi' 



tf*i^iM\*r . t* w 



an auld man ? Bad luck on the pennie that 



-* — N — r 



^lsS=m^m 



^-t-jT 



tempted my minnie To fell her poor Jennie 



for ill-ler an' Ian', Bad luck on the pennie 



* — 
sis 



ii'i.jf . r-c i r.'E-f ^g 



that tempted my minnie To fell herpoor Jen- 



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ny for ill - kr and Ian'. 



He's always compleenin frae morning to e'enin, 
He holts and he ' hirples' the weary day lang j 

He's doyl't and he's dozin, his blude it is frozen : 
O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man ! 

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers, 
1 never can pleafe him, do a' that I can ; 

He's peevifti, and jealous of a' the young fellows : 
O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man ! 

My auld auntie Katie upon me taks pity, 
I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan ; 

I'll crofs him, and wrack him, untill I heart break 
him, 
And then his auld brafs will buy me a new pan. 



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IN CLASS III. 



SONG XIV.* 

SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES IN A NATION. 
Fare - weel to a' our Scot-iihfame,Fare- 




weel our an-cient glo - ry ; Fare-weel e-ven 



E^H 



B£% 



Ulipli! 



to the Scot-ifli name, Sae fam'd in mar-tial 




fto ry ! Now Sark rins o'er the Sol 



^=i=p=fli 



way fands, And Tweed rins to the o-cean, 



gpti gg 



&. 



jztes jg 



^w 



To mark where England's pro-vince Hands: 



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gpp^iigi 




Such a par - eel of rogues in a na - tion ! 

What force or guile could not fubdue, 

Thro' many warlike ages, 
Is wrought now by a coward few, 

For hireling tra'tors wages. 
The Englifti fteel we could difdain, 

Secure in valour's ilation, 
But Engliih gold has been our bane: 

Such a parcel of rogues in a nation 1 

O would, or I had feen the day 

That treafon thus cojld fell us, 
My auld grey head had lien in cay, 

Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace ! 
But pith and power, till my lall hour 

I'll mak this declaration, 
We're bought and fold for Englifh gold : 

Such a parcel of rogues in a nation ! 



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SONG XV*. 



O KENMURE'S ON AND AW A, WILLIEf. 



Ipllipi] 



O Ken-mure's on and a-wa; Wil-lie, O 



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Ken-mure's on and a - wa : An Ken-mure's 



:^s 



-tfe 



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lord's the brav^eft lord That e - ver Gal-lo- 
way faw. Suc-cefs ;o Kenmure's band, Willie I 

ipiipilli 

Suc-cefs to Ken-mure's band; There's no a 

•f- William Gordon, vifcount Kenmure, was commander in 
chief oi the chevaliers forces in the fouth of Scotland. Having 
joined gcneial Forfter, and marched to Prefton m Lancafhire, 
he there furrendered himfelf a prifoner at difcretion, <md was 
(very unjuflly, as fome thought) beheaded on Tower-hil) ; 24th 
February, 17^, 

Vol. II. A a 



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ilplpi^l^ 



heart that fears a whig That rides by" Ken- 



an 

xnure's hand. 

Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie, 
Here's Kenmure's health in wine ; 

Thee ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude, 
Nor yet o' Gordon's line. 

O Kenmure's lads are men, Willie, 

O Kenmure's lads are men; 
Their hearts and fvvords are metal true, 

And that their faes lhall ken. 

They'll live or die wi' fame, Willie, 

They'll live or d'e wi' fame; 
But 1.. on wi' founding viftorie 

May Kenmure's lord come hame! 

Here's Him that's far awa, Willie, 

Here's Him that's far awa ; 
And here's the flower that I Io'e belt, 

The rofe that's like t^' 6 fnaw. 



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SONG XIX*. 

THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES 
HAME. 

r— F H-rr 



By yon caf-tle wa', at the clofe of 



as^rtir-HiT 


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— fa~T 


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— »-s — N— 


fo b J.3U J«-~- 


tt= 


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1 


— fl , ,., 



the day, I heard a man fing, tho' his 



fe=P 



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head it was grey ; And as he was fiag- 



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EeEe^SESe 



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ing the tears down came : There'll never be 



peace till Jamie comes hame. The church-is 



in ru-ins, the ftate is in jars, De - lu-fions, 
A a 2 



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op-pref-fions, and murderous wars, We dare 



Hl-SilS 



2S 

na weel fay 't, but we kenwha's to blame 



JizzSz- j^tfzf zM g3 5§= =4 



There'll ne - ver be peace till Ja-mie 



m 



comes hame. 

My feven braw fons for Jamie drew fword, 
And now I greet round their green beds in the yerd; 
It brak the fweet heart of my faithfu' auld dame : 
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. 
Now life is a burden that bows me down, 
Sin I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown ; 
■ But till my laft moments my words are the fame, 
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. 



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SONG XXXIV*. 
YE JACOBITES BY NAME. 



Ye Ja-co-bites by name, give an ear, give 



an ear; Ye Ja-co-bites byname, give an 



U^IpEitilli 



ear ; Ye Ja-co-bites by name, Your fames 



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3= 



I will proclaim, Your do&rines I maun blame, 



-*# 



You fhall hear. 

What is right, and what is wrang, by the law, by 
the law? 
What is right, and what is wrang, by the law ? 
What is right, and what is wrang ? 
A a 3 



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A fhort fword, and a lang, 
A weak arm, and a ftrang 
For to draw. 

What makes heroic ftrife, fam'd afar, fam'd afar ? 
What makes heroic ftrife, fam'd afar ? 
What makes heroic ftrife ? 
To whet th' aflaffin's knife, 
Or hunt a parent's life 
Wi' bludie war. 

Then let your fchemes alone, in the ftate, in the 
ftate ; 
Then let your fchemes alone, in the ftate ; 
Then let your fchemes alone, 
Adore the riling fun, 

And leave a man undone 
To his fate. 



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SONG XXXIV**. 
ORANANAOIG, or, THE SONG OF DEATH* 

EY ROBERT BURNS. 

A Gaelic air. 



mmpm 



Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth and 



4 gp-J— P b* TJpt& 

ye flues, Now gay with the broad fet - ting 

loves and friend ih 



fun ! Farewell, loves and friendihips, ye dear 
-«*-n — 




tender ties ! Our race of ex-is-tence is 



HIPP 



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ezigzrz^ 



run. Thou grim king of terrors, thou life's 



fc^££§ 



fczff 



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gloomy foe, Go frighten the coward and Have ! 



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Go teach them to tremble, fell ty-rant ! but 



gm^JlaLUJ 



know, No terrors haft thou to the brave. 



Thou ftrik'ft the dull peafant,he finks in the dark. 

Nor faves e'en the wreck of a name : 
Thou ftrik'ft the young hero, a glorious mark ! 

He falls in the blaze of his fame. 
In th e field of proud honor, our fwords in our hands* 

Our king and our country to fave, 
While victory fhines on life's laft ebbing fands 3 

O, who would not die with the brave L 



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SONG XL. 

THE DEATH SONG OF THE CHEROKEE 

INDIANS*. 

BY MRS. HUNTER. 



i> i i * j. j> T fr f . i mm 



The fun fets in night, and the liars fhun 



^ter^nZiizStr: 






the day, But glo-ry re -mains when their 
crfc: 



:::k=- 



Piiili^lHli 



lights fade a-way ; Be - gin, ye tor-men-tors. 



* "The fimple melody" of this fong, as we are informed by its 
fair author, "was brought to England ten years ago by a 
gentleman named Turner, who had (owing to fomc fmgular 
events in his life) fpent nine years amongfi: the natives of 
America ; he affured the author," (he continues, "that it was 
peculiar to that tribe or nation called the Cherokees, and that 
they chanted it to a barbarous jargon, implying contempt for 
their enemies in, the moments of torture and death." She adds 
that, "The words have been thought fomcthing characlerif- 
tick of the fpirit and fentiments of thofe brave favages,-" that 
*' we look upon the fierce and ftubborn courage of the dying 
Indian with a mixture of relpect, pity and horror; and" that" it 
is to thofe fentiments in the brealt of the hearei that the 
death fong mult o\ye its eifafl;." 



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your threats are in vain, For the fon of 






zrs— 



=p§gig=fei 



Alk-no-mook fhall ne-ver com-plain. 

Remember the arrows he Ihot from his bow, 
Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low : 
Why fo flow ? — do you wait 'till I fhrink from the 

pain ? 
No, the fon of Alknomook will never complain. 

Remember the wood where in ambufh we lay, 
And the fcalps which we bore from your nation 

away, 
Now the flame rifes fait, you exult in my pain, 
But the fon of Alknomook can never complain. 

I go to the land where my father is gone, 
His ghoft fhall 'ejoyce in the fame of his fon : 
Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain j 
And thy fon, O Alknomook, has fcorn'd to com- 
plain. 



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CORRECTIONS. 

V O L I. 



]?a<re 35. line 5. _/or like's read life's. 

52. note, for Song xxiii, Part III. r. Song XXXIV. 

Clafs III. 
69. /. 3./orCloe r. Chloc. 
79. Tune, Alloa-houfe.'] Add tkhnote; Compofed by Mr. 

Ofwald. 
81. /. lS.for fouls r. foul. 
91. /. 12. /or ili'd r. fhe'd. 
ICO. /. 10. for what r. when. 
206. note. I 5. «*W, Again: in Heywoodes Efigrammet 

upon Proucrbci : 

" The blacke oxe neuer trodc on thv foote." 
Jl6. Song L1V. By David Mallet, esqjuire.J 

Add this note : In " Alfred, a mafque." 
125. /. 2. for anfome r. awfome. 
128. /. z for The r. She. 
331. Song LX. My deary if you die.] add: B» 

Mr. Crawford. 
132. /. 14./0/ life >-. like. 
136. I 2. after for infert his. 
34.1. Song LXIV. By David Mallet, esquire.} 

add this note: In " Alfred, a mafque." 
355. /. <).for they him r. they fought him. 
158. /. 4. after pin'd infer t it. 
379. /. 9 for flece r fleece. 
383. I. 8. for Pare r. Bare. 
392. /• 4-/'"' yc r. ze. 

/. 6. /or Then r. Than, and for ye r. ze. 
202. /. 14 fir left r. left. 
114. /. 9./crgieen r. grey. 
218. /. 2- for mealt r meal. 
237./V ONG r. SONG. 
274. /. 3. for he r. be. 



V O L. II. 

fage 13. /. 19. Add this note : Carlinrig is about ten miles above 
Hawick, near the head of the water of Tiviot j 
where, according to our belt hifti.rians, this chief- 
tan, and his brave men were hanged on growing 
trees. The particular fpot upon which thefe trees 
grew is yet well known to fome of our old 
people, whofcruple not to te'l us, that as a token 
of the king's injuftice in this affair, the trees 
from that day withered away. It is faid that one 
of John's attendants, by the ftrength and fwiftnefs 
of his horfe, forced his w > through the many 
thoufands that furrounded them ; and carried the 
news of the unhappy fate of his mafter and com- 
panions to Gilooekie caftle, which then flood upon 
a rock, encompaffed by the water of Efk, ; at a 
place now known by the name of the Hollows, 
a few miles below the Lungholm." Poetical Mu- 
feum, Hawick, 1784. 

Buchanan, who rcprefents Avnftrong to have 
been equally formidable to the Scots and the Eng- 
lifh, fays that he was enticed to have recourfe to the 
king, and that coming unarmed, with about fifty 
horfe, without a fafe conduct, he fell into an am- 
bufh, and. was brought to the king as a prifoner. 
Lord Hailes thinks that « Buchanan obliquely 
cenfures James V. for this gre.t aft of publi juf- 
tice." His Lordfhip is, however, mistaken, in 
fuppofing John the reif to mean Johny Arm- 
strong. See Ancient Scottijh Poems, Edin. 1770, 
p. 265. 

Armftrong's death is likewife related by bifhop 
Lefley, who-adds an iuftancc of horrid cruelty; the 
wife and childien of one of the fufferers being 
burnt alive in his houfe. He alfo fays that George 
Armftrong, brother to John, laved his life by 
turning informer. De R. G. Scotorum, Roma, 
1578. p. 403. 

jr. l.^.for him r. lira. 

20. /■ 8. d. you. 

36. /• 6. before mair infert and. 

49 . /. i. forVll r. He. 

50. /. 9. for This r. Thefe. 
/. 16 jbr ne'er, r. ne're. 



Page 40. note, add— although the circumftance of the Englifh 
army falling upon the highlanders in bed makes it 
highly probable that this is the action alluded to. 
6l. /. 6. for eaforth ;-. Seafoith. 
65. /. 9. r. difgrace. 
69. /. 18. for budge r. bridge. 

76. /. 8. and 9. for Haddington ice might pofjlbly read Ber- 
wick, andfor feven or eight, fixty or feventy. 
" Nor deign'd, in threefcore miles, to look be- 
hind.'" Smollett. 
79. note, I. 1. after of infert a. 
87. /. 9. for about r. but. 
J 07. /. IO. before to infert for. 
121. /. 8. for Mavis r. mavis. 
129. for FIFTH r. FOURTH. 
148. /. 22. for zours r. zour. 
172. /. II. after be infert for. 
180. /. 15. for wirh r. with. 
Vol. I. Page 66. Tbisfng ought not to hwve been inferted, as the 
author ef, though of Scotifh parentage, -was born in 
London. 

GLOSSARY. 

Dine] add: Again, in The cruel ffter, a ballad of the fame 
kind : 
«' O by there came a harper fine, 
" That harped to the king at dine." 
Fother] adds it is alfo a wain-load. 

Limmers] adds or (more properly) bitches; a fpecies of dog 
being Anciently fo called. 

HISTORICAL ESSAY. 

Page xviii. note. I. 5. for eldsris read eldaris. 

xxviii. add : See alfo Johnfons Scots mufical mufeum. 

xlix. /. zz. dele this ivhule paragraph, and read: James 
the fixth, better known as a compofer of pl'alms, 
fonnets and madrigals, is now firft mentioned as a 
writer of fongs. In the library of St. Martins 
parilh, Weftminfter, is a MS. voluane, containing 
" all the kings fliort poems that are not printe.l ;'■ 
and among thefe are three fo.igs ; tne firft be- 
ginning " What mortal man may live but hart; 1 * 
the fecond, "When as the fkiiful archer falfe;'* 

the third, being " The firft verfes that 

ever the king made." Whatever may be the cha- 
racter of thefe particular pieces, fome of his com- 

Vol. II. B b 



pofuions, it ought to be acknowIegeJ, are not d'e- 
ititute of poetical merit. 

lvii. /. 13. for beginning with read containing. It is the 
(ccond Jian%a that begins ivitb the ime in queflion. 

lxxvi. note. I. 4. dele his. 

cxiii. /. 6. for about 1550, r. in 1539: and add the fo!- 
IctV'.ng note. This date is a'certained beyond the 
poflibilicy of a doubt, by a curious original letter 
from fir William Eure to fome nobleman of the 
Engliih court, dated Berwick, 26th January [1539]. 
There had been a border-meeting at Coldltreain on 
the 21 ft of that month, a: which fir William was 
informed, by mailer Bellendyn, one of the Scotilh 
comm'niiners, that " by the kinges pleafour, he 
being prevey therunto, thay 'had' hade ane enter- 
luyde played in the feidt of the epiphane of our 
lorde laft pafte, before the king and queue at 
Lighqwoe, and the hoole counfaile fpirituall and 
temporall." He l.kewife tranfmits a copy of 
*' the nootcs of the interluyde," which, fays h°, 
" I haue obteigned from a Scottefman of our forte, 
being prefent at the playing of the faide enter- 
luvde." Thefe notes contain a particular def- 
cription of the piece in queftion, which evidently 
appears to have been Lindfays " Satyre of the thrie 
eltaits." This important communication is pre- 
ferved in a MS. of the royal library in the Mufeum, 
(7 C XVI.) and clearly proves, that James V. 
was better inclined to a reformation of religion 
than he apppeared to be to fir Ralph Sadler. So 
that it is by no means an argument of Macken- 
zies folly to tell us that Lindfays works were firft 
printed at Edinburgh, ill 1 540 : " as if," exclaims 
Mr. Pinkerton, " works againft the papifts could, 
in 1540, be printed at Edinburgh !" With fub- 
mifUon to this darning genius, one may reafonably 
prefume, that if fuch works could be publicly re- 
prefented at Lithgow, in 1539, they might be fafely 
printed at Edinburgh in 1^40. The expressi- 
ons, inconfiftent with the above date, in the Hynd- 
ford MS. muftof courfehavi been introduced after 
th: original reprefentation. 



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